My project is about PTSD, not specifically PTSD as a whole. But how it affected my life and how it affected my families lives. My father Alexandro Escobar voulnteered to serve in Operation Iraqi Freedom. He went from serving National Gaurd to front line infantry. He seen things many wish to unsee, he was able to capture it all on his camera. He would send messages to his family, they would send back. It was there only way to commincate. This is our messages his thoguhts. Some of which we still never seen till this day. This project was more for me. To understand what my father's life was like, Because growing up. I never knew much at all.
I created and organized thousands of pictures and footage of the war. This video I made was messages we never recieved. This is called the Never sent message.
I created a poem based of words and thoughts my father had, that I really understood growing up.
A father of 3
Leaving thousands of miles
To help others be free
All i hear is screams
The voice echos in my head
I see little kids
And i think of you
2005 i'm just trying to survive
To see you
Every day i go through the same path
I look around and there is nothing to be found
Then everything fades to black
I go to sleep
Wake up dead
I wake up wanting to go to sleep
Why did i survive
Why did they suffer
I close my eyes i hear cracks
I hear the cries
And i smell the death
Only to imagine them burning alive
Hoping it was me
But I gotta accept that they have died
So I can survive
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