"Thi​​s area is now covered with the stench of dead and wounded. The captured VC equipment has the ugly odor of blood about it. Tomorrow will be an awful day."

                                                     (November 13, 1965)

Orders From Headquarters - 1994 - Acrylic on Canvas - 91" X 65"

​​​​​"On a search and destroy mission last night our guys killed a VC. On his body was found a letter which was translated by an interpreter. It was unfinished and written to his fiancé. He told her not to wait for him as he was a Viet Cong and was banned from his village. He had chosen war." ​                                                                        (November 4, 1965)​                                                                              

​Long Shadow - 1991 - Acrylic on Canvas - 92" X 60"

When another generation of American soldiers was sent to invade a distant nation at the start of the Gulf War in 1991, I began work on the Long Shadow series of paintings. I examined hundreds of photographs I took as a combat journalist with the 1st Infantry Division during the war in Vietnam in 1965-66. Imagery in the paintings refers to some of the photos. For each painting I also chose an excerpt from a journal I kept during the war. I completed the sixth canvas in the Long Shadow series in 2013.

My hope was to illustrate with paint my dismal, frightening, and emotional memories of war. I didn’t anticipate the unexpected impressions of bloody explosions, violence, and loneliness that the work brought forth.

As a veteran, I’m grateful to work as an artist. Visual art is a peaceful outlet for the inner residue of war. Along with art, the love and support of family and friends, activism for peace and justice, a spiritual path, living in the country, and writing have come together to make life precious beyond words.

Not a single day has passed in 50 years when I don't think of some aspect - a detail - of the war in Vietnam. Every war, past, present, and to come, casts a shadow of trauma. Veterans return home with that shadow permanently attached to their psyches, and the shadow is cast onto their families, friends, and communities. The antidote to the contagion of war is peace. But the peaceful cure is preempted when young people are sent to another war, which will truly end only with the death of its final survivor.
                                                             

                                       --David Giffey             

                                                     

                                                                        

Long Shadow: The Vietnam Series*

Burned - 2013 - Acrylic on Canvas - 91" X 66"

​Chop - 1993 - Acrylic on Canvas - 92" X 66"

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David Giffey

Life With Art

"Whenever I hear a helicopter at night I wonder if it is a dust-off mission to evacuate a corpse or badly injured soldier. ​                                                                            (November 1, 1965)

In 1985, I designed the Dove of Peace effigy mound, inspired by Native American earth mounds. It was built in 1989 at The Highground Veterans Memorial Park, Neillsville, Wisconsin. The mound measures 120 feet in length and width. It includes earth from all 72 Wisconsin counties, many U.S. states, and other nations including Vietnam. 

​Revulsion, Fear, Anger, Injury - 1998 - Acrylic on Canvas - 92" X 66"

What'll You Do Now? - 1995 - Acrylic on Canvas - 91.5" X 66"

POW Interrogation - (Photo by David Giffey)

Photo by David Giffey

"This morning a dead VC and a badly wounded one were brought to the aid tent. The wounded man was silent and frightened. The corpse was badly mangled with a large hole from jaw to the back of his skull and his knee was blown apart. They were both small, even petite, dressed entirely in black and barefoot."                              (October 21, 1965)

(Photo by David Giffey)

"I don't want to talk about war. I probably don't even want to talk. I just desire the warmth and security of compassion. And compassion exists here only for the dead or wounded. After it doesn't matter, man can be flowingly compassionate. Until that moment he vegetates between oblivion and selfishness, unsure of his feelings and afraid even to be afraid."  ​                                       (November 19, 1965)

"We landed this afternoon and covered about 1200 meters of jungle…numerous rice caches burned as well as some homes. I drank just half a canteen of water all day. I should be able to go another day before looking for water."

                                               ​       (November 14, 1965)