After my father died, my mother showed me his scrapbook from WWII. I had never seen it before. While scanning his photos, I noticed the captions he wrote on the back. It appeared that these were images that he sent home to his family. In this series, I combine images from my father’s scrapbook (appearing on the left) with images that I shot (on the right) at the 60th anniversary of the D-Day invasion in Normandy in 2004. The combination of his playful, innocent musings of daily life in basic training with the remnants and aftermath of war creates a powerful statement of the harsh reality of war and the devastating loss that was incurred. In 2024, we mark the 80th anniversary of that fateful day when many lives were sacrificed defending freedom and stopping the German fascist regime. My father was not a part of the D-Day invasion. He fought in the Pacific Theater. He was proud of his wartime service. I know he would be shocked and disheartened at the steady rise of authoritarianism around the world, but especially the support for fascist idealogy within the Republican Party.