I made this photo for a old man I worked with for 3 yrs.
When I gave it to him his eyes light up like it was gold.
He explained that he was in Nam and his platoon all called him Drac.
That was the pix name.
At the time he was working with us we all didnt think he was sick.
He acted fine and never complained about the work or the way he felt inside. He brought this jacket to me one day...
He told me that same day he had to quit working because of the all the sawdust and fumes. The whole plant liked the old man Drac and was
wondering why he quit. About 2 weeks passed and our boss came out of the office and told us Drac had passed away.
Drac suffered from agent orange and with him smoking and working in that dust and fumes is what got him. The owner of the shop payed for his funeral and his grave site, but we didnt or they wouldnt let us go to the funeral. We had to work. Drac served this country but we couldnt go to his resting place. I quit that job soon after. That photo I made for him was buried with him. He didnt have much else.
When I gave it to him his eyes light up like it was gold.
He explained that he was in Nam and his platoon all called him Drac.
That was the pix name.
At the time he was working with us we all didnt think he was sick.
He acted fine and never complained about the work or the way he felt inside. He brought this jacket to me one day...
He told me that same day he had to quit working because of the all the sawdust and fumes. The whole plant liked the old man Drac and was
wondering why he quit. About 2 weeks passed and our boss came out of the office and told us Drac had passed away.
Drac suffered from agent orange and with him smoking and working in that dust and fumes is what got him. The owner of the shop payed for his funeral and his grave site, but we didnt or they wouldnt let us go to the funeral. We had to work. Drac served this country but we couldnt go to his resting place. I quit that job soon after. That photo I made for him was buried with him. He didnt have much else.
