
WWII: TEC2 WILSON S. NELSON HAD TO SAY GOODBYE
WWII: TEC/1 WILSON S. NELSON HAD TO SAY GOODBYE is an 8x6 limited edition, signed print made with a found b&w photo of a World War II soldier and the telegram sent to his mother informing her of his death.
On the photo in ink Wilson wrote, probably to a girlfriend, “We won’t ever have to say goodbye again and soon Darling I’ll be seeing you. Darling, I love you.”
On December 6, 1943 at 9 A.M. a telegram from the Secretary of War was sent to Mrs. Alice M. Nelson of Esmont Virginia telling her that “your son Technician First Grade Wilson S. Nelson was killed in action in defense of his country on Eleventh November in Pacific Area. Letter follows.”
Wilson S. Nelson died in yet another war to end all wars. But, wars never do. END. One follows another and two or three more. More people lose loved ones. Ah, but our Guvmint leaders send their hearts and prayers out to bereaving families. And, if not involved in a golf game, might welcome the deceased home at some air force base.
Just absorb that face that wouldn’t have to say goodbye again. It’s full of kindness and warmth and possibilities. And a barely suppressed smile. Letter follows.
On the photo in ink Wilson wrote, probably to a girlfriend, “We won’t ever have to say goodbye again and soon Darling I’ll be seeing you. Darling, I love you.”
On December 6, 1943 at 9 A.M. a telegram from the Secretary of War was sent to Mrs. Alice M. Nelson of Esmont Virginia telling her that “your son Technician First Grade Wilson S. Nelson was killed in action in defense of his country on Eleventh November in Pacific Area. Letter follows.”
Wilson S. Nelson died in yet another war to end all wars. But, wars never do. END. One follows another and two or three more. More people lose loved ones. Ah, but our Guvmint leaders send their hearts and prayers out to bereaving families. And, if not involved in a golf game, might welcome the deceased home at some air force base.
Just absorb that face that wouldn’t have to say goodbye again. It’s full of kindness and warmth and possibilities. And a barely suppressed smile. Letter follows.