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The Introduction
by Kathy Hufford
My name is Kathy
Hufford and I am a rising senior at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
Last fall, I enrolled in a course dealing with the connections between poetry
and photography. As a final project, our professor asked us to design a
photography archive to make the other students think, to send a message, and to
represent every angle of the topic we chose. I took the opportunity to examine
my father’s experience as a helicopter pilot in
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There are
countless archives of the Vietnam War. Some focus on the many atrocities
performed by all countries involved, others on the effect the war had on
civilians, and still others on the anti-war movement here in the
When I told my
father what I had decided to do for my final project, he gave me a list of books
to read, and specifically said that I must read We Were Soldiers Once... and
Young by Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore (Ret.) and Joseph L. Galloway. As soon as
I started to read the book, I realized it was something special and a segment
from the prologue jumped out at me and became the basis of my presentation and
the quotes given to me by my father.
In time our battles were forgotten, our sacrifices discounted, and both our sanity and out suitability for life in polite American society were publicly questioned. Our young-old faces, chiseled and gaunt from the fever and the heat and the sleepless nights, now stare back at us, lost and damned strangers, frozen in yellowing snapshots packed away in cardboard boxes with our medals and ribbons.
We rebuilt our
lives, found jobs or professions, married, raised families, and waited patiently
for
We knew what
So once, just
this once: This is how it all began, what it was really like, what it meant to
us, and what we meant to each other...
There has always been a large gap
between the man I know as my father and the man that he was during
I decided to put this archive together in the form of a book of photographs and quotes. I printed out the photographs I picked from my father’s collection on their own sheets of paper, as large as possible. The only corrections I made to these photos were some standard cleaning and removal of dust spots. My father looked at each photograph I picked and wrote a couple of corresponding paragraphs. In these paragraphs, my father rambles, uses some strong language, and puts together some of the worst grammatical structures I’ve ever seen. (This is just how my father is... he was never a very good English language student). I edited these paragraphs very slightly for grammar. I wanted to leave the language, leave the politically incorrect opinions, and leave everything that makes my father my father. I began the book with a picture of my father when he was very young. I wanted my audience to see my father as he was before he went off to war and was forever changed. I ended this book of sorts with my favorite photograph of my father: he sits in the pilot’s seat of a Huey gunship, with the gun sight pulled down close to his eyes, looks over to his side and glances at the camera just like “John Wayne in a flight suit,” as he would say. This photo shows my father in the midst of war and change. The last words of the book belong to a poem I wrote about this photograph as I went off to college. In my first room away from home, this photo sat on my window ledge and in a way, kept me safe. The poem talks about the man in this photograph, who suffered a death of a sorts, because I met the man that my father became when he returned from his two tours in Vietnam, not the young kid that went off to face some of life’s most evil challenges.
I chose to order
the photographs and the corresponding quotes from my father chronologically.
This method remains the most true to his experience and the situation. I chose
the pictures that represented the broadest span of my father’s experience in
Bibliography of Research and Presentation Materials:
--photographs and quotes from my father, Col. Kent V. Hufford (Ret.).
-- Were Soldiers Once... and
Young by Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore (Ret.) and Joseph L. Galloway, on the
subject of combat in
-- Chickenhawk by Robert
Mason, on the subject of the helicopter pilot in
-- The Best and the Brightest
by David Halberstam, on the subject of how
- Larry Burrows:
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