My Brother Survived Being Wounded in Vietnam But He Still Won’t Talk About It

He was 19.

Klara Jane Holloway
4 min readMay 14, 2022


Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. Photo courtesy of L Holloway.

1969 is a year I will never forget.

I was 15.

  • I met my first boyfriend. I thought I was in love. For a 15-year-old it was so exciting.

He loved me, too. I still have his notes to prove it!

  • My horse threw me and I fractured 2 thoracic vertebrae. I still wear a back brace to do anything strenuous like yard work.

I have pain in my back every day of my life.

A young girl on her horse.
Me on my horse Teddy Bear in 1969 shortly before he threw me off! Authors photo.
  • My parents sent me to live with my aunt and uncle in Alabama for the summer. My uncle sexually harassed me until I was so worried he would “get me” I begged to go home saying I was too homesick. (not the greatest memory.)
  • In August, in a small town in New York, a huge outdoor concert took place. 400,000 people of all ages crowded together at a 30-acre farm field for a 3-day event featuring a lineup of some of the greatest musicians of all time.


  • My paternal grandmother passed away.
  • My mom and dad bought my sister and me a brand new 1969 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme.
  • There was a “conflict” going on in Southeast Asia in a country called Vietnam. 543,482 US troops occupied the country



Klara Jane Holloway

I write about my experiences in life. Some mundane, some sad, some funny, and hopefully none boring!