Death, the Greatest Teacher
Death has taught me that all life is precious... and fleeting.
Where Are All the Birds
The only birds I saw on my entire tour in Vietnam were chickens and domesticated ducks. Fortunately, it seems, the indigenous bird population had the good sense to fly away. I painted this picture on part of a boat that washed ashore in Vineyard Haven because I need to be surrounded by my longtime feathered friends.
When the orange rain fell from the sky... And scorched our land and trees... The smell and sounds of war so strong... No place for a bird to sing…
Lighting the Night Sky
Luminescent flares, delivered by artillery batteries, would light the the battlefield after the sun went down...
I found this beautiful stern section of an old skiff at Burt's Cove behind the hospital. Repurposing it with some of my shoreline friends gives meaning to my day...
Amphibious Body Bag
Amphibious attack vehicles were used on the many tributaries along the Mekong River. An exit point from river to land was mined by Viet Cong soldiers and resulted in the deaths of two Americans. Oh, how we love to hate...
On both sides of the battlefield, foot soldiers are the true heroes. Although wearing different uniforms and carrying different colored flags, these warriors are to be honored and respected.
Some thought it great fun to toss grenades into the duck ponds that were common on the outskirts of most villages in the delta... What would our reaction be to a 19-year-old "foreigner" throwing a grenade into our own beloved Mill Pond, killing the ducks, geese, and swans? Further, what state of mind would any of us have to be in to perpetrate such an act?
Just outside the entrance to "C" Company aid station was a bomb crater filled with rainwater. We would throw body parts: arms, legs, fingers, toes, into the pond and joke that we were feeding "Ben." Over time, Ben morphed into a mystical beast who traveled the world seeking out war zones in which to feed...
All life has an instinctual need to survive. We will do almost anything to fulfill this mandate. All of us!
Ambush at Bien Luc Bridge
Three American soldiers were killed in action in a brief firefight near the Bien Luc bridge, which was about 30 miles south of what was then called Saigon.
On my daily walks on the beach with my dog, Ollie, to collect "ingredients" for my healing process work, I am always struck with the awesome beauty of the objects I find. They have become friends who help me remember that despite a darkened heart, I, just like these magnificent quahog shells, have a place and a purpose, however small, in our tiny world.
Vengeance bequeaths vengeance. Hatred bequeaths hatred. Retaliation bequeaths retaliation. War bequeaths war. Compassion bequeaths compassion. Love bequeaths love. Kindness bequeaths kindness.
I’ve been walking down by the ocean... Just my dog and me... Go there every day, rain or shine... There is no place I’d rather be... There is no place I’d rather be…
Our friends to the north are out friends to the north...
5,000 South Koreans
Highly disciplined soldiers who were formidable allies to the United States during the Vietnam War.
521 Australians K.I.A
Of the 60,000 Australians who served in the Vietnam War, 521 were killed and 3,000 were wounded.
Fierce and dedicated warriors...
The ultimate sacrifice...
The purpose of war is to kill people...
Tens of Thousands of Children
During the duration of the Vietnam War, tens of thousands of innocent Asian children were killed... Why?
Beware, I'm Contaminated
Since Vietnam, I have felt that I am a contaminated soul. Someone to be avoided because of my complicity in the deaths of millions of people...
The first time I met the dragon I tried to shoot him but he vanished into the jungle night. The second time, he laughed at me when I ignored his warning of imminent danger. The last time, he froze time and altered reality to save the life of a young Vietnamese girl.
As I collect these gifts washed in overnight, I wonder about their lives and life cycles. How were they born? What and how do they eat, and why the multiplicity of colors? I wonder...
On your next beach walk, pick me up and say hello. In the big picture, we are all sisters and brothers.
Where is God
While under attack I prayed for God to keep me safe. During B-52 strikes along the Ho Chi Minh Trail, I prayed for the deaths of the soldiers coming to kill me. I am sure that these same "enemy" soldiers prayed to God that their artillery shells would find their American targets and that American bombs would miss theirs... Where is God?
My Amygdala After a Flashback
Part of my PTSD is disrupted sleep, ugly dreams, and flashbacks. I think they lay in wait until I am most vulnerable in the middle of the night...
Stack 'Um in the Corner
During a mass casualty situation, my friend Charlie Burns remarked that we should "stack the dead ones in the corner."
There are numerous doors leading into the void... and many exits... there is but one way into the abyss and no way out...
In his understandable anguish, after his co-pilot was shot through the neck, Jamersen, in an uncontrolled state of rage, cut Thuy's hair off with a hunting knife...
Phu Quoc Island P.O.W. Camp
Thousands of captured Viet Cong, North Vietnamese regulars (NVA), and political prisoners were transported to Phu Quoc Island P.O.W. camp. But... such is war.
Seldom did operations go as planned...
Life and Death
Seven months into my tour, my first daughter Jennifer was born. My wife Joyce audio taped the birth and sent me a copy. One night in September 1970, I sat on top of a bunker with some buddies and listened to the tape while watching a nighttime firefight about a half mile away...
One of the few things I felt good about after the war was helping resettle a family of Vietnamese boat people in America. This remarkably brave and resilient family has made our country a better place to live for all of us...
Forgive Me Johnny
My poor judgement led to the death of a 19-year-old American soldier. I will never forgive myself, nor should I...
One Step Behind
Three weeks from the end of his tour, Bill Streeter stepped on a booby trap and lost a foot...
Streeter left one step behind... Just a foot lost somewhere in time... Five little toes...all in a line... Half a pair of shoes…
Smitty was an outstanding Med-Evac helicopter pilot who was killed along with his co-pilot, medic, and crew chief when he hit the trees at 120 knots.
Hannah is a very kind soul. When she was a kid she told us that when she grew up she wanted to be a farm...
Finding these friends on the beach is like discovering lost treasure.
2019, 12.5" x 4", 10.5" x 4", 5.75" x 3", 36" x 18".
Let Us Have Peace
Lamp of Hope
Things change when you turn the next corner...
Heavy Hours Till Dawn
We Have to Kill Them to Save Them
US Foreign Policy in Vietnam, 1959-1975
Truth Slips Through Our Fingers... Till It's Gone... And We Are Damned...
Where Have All the Flowers Gone... Agent Orange... Everywhere
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BUT... SUCH IS WAR was originally displayed at the Martha's Vineyard Museum from January 21 to February 28, 2020.
An expanded version of the exhibition was on display at the Museum from September 15, 2020 to January 10, 2021.
Funding for this exhibition was generously provided by Dr. Natalie Mariano and Shelley Fenily.
Photographs of Steve Maxner and his work were taken by Dan Waters, 2020.