A newly released novel, “Her Sister’s Tattoo” by Ellen Meeropol, was brought to my attention and it struck a soft spot I thought was long buried.
Like so many of you, as a child of the ’60s, the Vietnam War touched my life in many ways. The only thing I knew for sure was that I had dark, mixed feelings about what was happening on the other side of the world.
My boyfriend was drafted into the Army and it broke my teenage heart. My neighbor’s brother was a POW held in a prison camp for six years in North Vietnam and it sent my head spinning. I worked for his release, trying to get signatures on a petition demanding that the North Vietnamese honor the treatment of prisoners as outlined in the Geneva Convention. (They never did.) Fortunately, both men eventually came home.