In 1903, a house was built. In 1947, a home was made. In 1972, that home lost something.
A newly married couple moved into their comfortable home in the city of Orange, California. In 1948, a wife became a mother of a beautiful baby boy who would soon be joined by a little brother in the coming year.
The two brothers filled the home with their childlike joy, resonating throughout the residence, lingering in the air and practically painted on the walls. They laughed and played and enjoyed their youths for many years. Once they got older, they went to school and brought home their education as well as their developing lives. With time, grew and fell in love, however their help on to some of their innocence.
March of 1970, the home in Orange, California was changed forever. The older son, Charlie, received a draft notification, calling him to serve in Vietnam. Terrified and lonely, Charlie ventured to the other side of the world. Like their welcome in the world, Charlie was followed to Vietnam by his younger brother, Robert within a year’s time.
A mother, left behind, clung to the tangible memories of her sons: their home, their rooms, the pieces of their childhood. Only their innocence was brought with them and their innocence was never brought back. For Robert, there wasn’t enough room in the body bag. For Charlie, there wasn’t enough room in his broken soul. And as for their home, its innocence was stolen by a war and a country and time.
Created: Jul 24, 2010Document Media