“Dearest Brothers and Sisters, I am sending you my photo so you can see that I am still alive” begins a postcard sent by my great uncle, who had been conscripted into the Czar’s army in WWI, to his family in America. I enlarged the photograph of him with two other soldiers, inkjet printed it on cotton fabric, tore the fabric in an act of mourning, and stitched it together as a memorial to the horrors of war. Hand-quilted with my uncle’s words in Cyrillic script.