Note from the Author

People ask me what my new book, AIRMAIL: A Story of War in Poems, is about. Here is a note from the first pages of the book. It is available on Amazon.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

When I was in the fourth grade, we had a map of Vietnam on our

kitchen wall. When my mother received an airmail letter, she

would walk to the map and move one of the stickpins to a new

location to see if one of her brothers was in harm’s way in some

new hot spot or battle. I spent a lot of time worrying about that

map. I had five uncles in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam War.

Looking back, I guess it is a bit unusual for a girl of nine or ten

to write letters to her uncles in Vietnam, in Thailand, in Cambodia.

Even then, I knew that words could make one feel better. I

wrote about ice-skating at the park on a cold Iowa Saturday. I

wrote about school, basketball games, and the books I was reading.

My letters were written in wide, awkward printing on little

girl stationary. My uncles wrote back and thanked me for

writing.

Several years ago, one of those uncles wrote a line at the bottom

of his Christmas card. It said, “Someday I want to sit down and

tell you what it was like to be a young man going off to war.” I

taped that card over my desk and began to imagine their voices.

Over the next years, I read hundreds of letters that my mother

and my grandfather had saved from the boys, spanning many

years. With the help of a Jerome Foundation Grant and a Loft

McKnight grant, I visited several of the men in Mississippi,

Alaska, and South Dakota and interviewed them about their

experiences. I recalled stories from my childhood. They filled in

the details. Some preferred not to talk about it; others felt like it

had released a great burden.

This manuscript is the result of those letters and those stories. It

is a book about going off to war, a book about coming back

home, and a book about those who are left behind. I took a few

liberties with the facts simply because I do not know all there is

to know, but I tried to retain the voices I have heard my whole

life, the voices that ring true on parchment paper sent in airmail

letters from all over the world.

I dedicate this book to those voices, to my family, and every

voice calling out at times of war: “I miss you. I love you. I wish I

was home.”

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