Within minutes of nearly being killed, I came across pro-East Timorese independence supporter Joaquim Bernardino Guterres. It's the closest I've come to capturing the chaos of combat. They've just executed these Muslim civilians – a butcher, his wife and sister-in-law; the start of what became known as ethnic cleansing. Three days into my first assignment, I was photographing between two lines of people shooting at each other in Kosovo. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. I had a few dollar bills in my trousers, and put my hand there. I remember feeling very scared because there was still popping and hissing and small explosions, and the building was collapsing. Stargate SG-1*"Heroes, Part 2" (Mentioned), He was a war photographer during the Vietnam War.During a patrol, he accidentally photographed a Lieutenant getting shot in the head. Race I said I'd probably have to get pregnant because I've put my husband through a lot – I was kidnapped in Fallujah in 2004, and I was in a car that flipped just months before our wedding. The Afghan security forces normally shut down a suicide bombing like this pretty quickly. They didn't.' I'm not that interested in pictures of tanks burning – I'm interested in people. I ran to the car horrified. I thought, if I'm going to die right now, I might as well be working. I remind myself of that all the time. The first three days were very violent – I was punched in the face several times, groped nonstop. I remember feeling very scared because there was still popping and hissing and small explosions, and the building was collapsing. I tried not to smell the burning flesh and shot a few more pictures, but I was losing it and aware that the crowd could turn on me at any time. The bullet went through my ribs and out of my lower back. It was just me and the thug. Many were killed. I was photographing a funeral, and having spent most of the day with the women, I went to see the body being taken in. When I got to the hotel, I showed the other photographers. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. I was terrified, and thought, "This is it. A bullet went right by my ear, moving my hair. I was with a lead unit of marines, and we received a triple ambush from the insurgents. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. The soldiers started laughing and firing in the air. Photograph: Adam Dean/Panos Pictures, John D McHugh: 'We ran behind a Humvee… by that point I'd accepted that I was going to get shot – there were so many bullets in the air, it sounded like a swarm of bees.' At that point, it was hard to justify why I put myself in that situation. I started when I was 28. They were the lead battalion, the ones who went on to pull down the statue of Saddam. Bullets pinged past the entire time. It was still very fresh and there was a risk of another bomb. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. Photograph: Tom Stoddart/Getty Images, Greg Marinovich: ' "No pictures," someone yelled. The military were very unhappy with the pictures afterwards.' 'The Best Photo From Vietnam': One Photographer's Defining Image of War. It was one of those situations where you have to put fear aside and focus on the job at hand: to watch the situation and document it. I was with a Russian special commando. An attempt had been made on Bhutto's life two months earlier, so there was already a certain degree of risk. We decided to go over the wall. No picture is worth it. One of them hit me. His name was Martin Kristofski. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. I saw the barrel, then he shot the man next to me – I had blood on me, brains. I am going to die." We've been to Sudan together, we've been ambushed, we've been in lots of nutty situations. But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. A man in the procession started screaming, "CIA agent" and pointing at me. Epoch II takes us on a second cosmic voyage to explore the realms that exist outside the current day theories of space travel and reality. On the other side, I tried to breathe. BRUCE E MARTIN. It was my first digital assignment and I was amazed to be able to look at my shots. But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. I proposed to my girlfriend two months later, and we had a baby last year. It's the worst face of humankind. Some of us contemplated whether we wanted to continue covering conflicts; whether it was worth the hardships we put our families through. The day I don't do that with my photography is the day I'll give up and open a restaurant. I reconciled it by deciding that more people see a story when a photographer's work is decorated. When the pictures were published not long after, Arkan said in an interview, "I look forward to the day I can drink his blood." The point is to get the news out. I was surrounded by hundreds of angry men, screaming in my face, grabbing me. Maybe I was better off dead? The guy in the photo is shouting, "Don't take my fucking picture!" It's very complicated. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. Bernard later died, and people said that I didn't give him dignity, that I should have helped him. They started groping me very aggressively, touching my breasts and butt. Photograph: Ashley Gilbertson/VII Network, Ron Haviv: 'I was shaking when I took the shot. And the day before he was scheduled to leave - the day before, he's out with the unit. It was unbearable. I saw three soldiers smoking, playing with their guns, and felt safe – I don't know why. For me to turn my back, that's disrespectful. I had to keep working.' I was looking to settle. Only then did it hit me how dangerous it had been. I took a chance – I had to; that was why I was there, to tell the story – but I made sure I wasn't too greedy. So I shot nine frames over two and a half minutes. His name was Martin Kristofski. And the day before he was scheduled to leave - the day before, he's out with the unit. I could hear bullets hitting it, and thought, "Oh fuck, oh fuck.". I got in my car and, once I turned the corner, began to scream. The soldiers were yelling for the medics. The Afghan security forces normally shut down a suicide bombing like this pretty quickly. There were so many bullets in the air, it sounded like a swarm of bees. But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. People would pass carrying skis, or off to the Caribbean, and you'd feel like screaming, "Why don't you understand?" I ran to the car horrified; I was a mess. The month before, I'd seen a guy beaten to death – my first experience of real violence – and hadn't shaken the feeling of guilt that I had done nothing to stop it. Home planet I was the third man in line, and as I put my foot down, I heard a metallic click and I was thrown in the air. Firefights can be exciting, I'm not going to lie, but photographing the aftermath of a bomb, when there's a dead child and the mother wailing over the corpse, isn't fun. The media ground rule was that you couldn't photograph a military casualty in a way that they could be identified, but I could see Bernard's hand reach out to his weapon, his face turned to me. https://stargate.fandom.com/wiki/Martin_Krystovski?oldid=421424. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. I discovered a dead Chechen four metres from me when I got up in the night. I had taken a photograph of Arkan with a baby tiger, which he'd liked, and he'd agreed for me to travel with his troops to photograph his "mission". Google Photos is the home for all your photos and videos, automatically organized and easy to share. SFC/PSG Charles Martin Penley Jr, Vietnam Veteran, Native of Asheville, NC. If you keep moving, you can manage the fear. I had a split-second decision to risk a secondary blast (as had happened in October) or start running with the crowd. But I could leave. I got as close as possible, within metres, and started shooting, counting to five in my head. Anyone who says they aren't frightened during war is either lying or a fool. That was pretty dreadful, but she's a writer and understands why I do this. Afterwards, I saw [Lance Corporal Joshua M] Bernard – one of his legs was blown off and the other was barely there. And the answer is: I want to show the best and worst face of humankind. The occupants of Sarajevo couldn't. Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. Martin Krystovski The occupants of the city could not.' I had wanted to capture the sense of release that everyone had, and this became the shot.' There were numerous firefights going on between the pro-Timorese Aitarak and the Indonesian militia, so I just ran. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. Then we were tied up, blindfolded and moved from place to place for six days. Male The pain came later, back in intensive care, when infections set in and they nearly lost me a couple of times. I'll keep doing the job I do but I'll be more careful. I got into Ajdabiya shortly after its fall. I saw them do it, and I couldn't stop them. This was over in seconds, but a firefight can go on for hours. The work I do is important and also, if I hadn't, it would mean I'd never really understood the risks in the first place. Nineteen months later, I met my wife. ... VIEW ALL PHOTOS (1) HONORED ON PANEL 13W, LINE 46 OF THE WALL. Photograph: Julie Jacobson/AP, Ami Vitale: 'I was terrified, and thought, "This is it, I am going to die." The fire from the tank was incredibly strong and I was worried it might explode at any moment. My cameras were on the ground, and as they grabbed me I had to lean down and pick them up. The reality is hard work and a lot of time alone. They said, "Do you realise you could have been killed?" Tau'ri I was lucky. Then a few weeks later Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros were killed in Misrata, which sent me into a tailspin. I was one of the first on the scene. I love my job but getting shot made me think about life beyond work. Sometimes, you look at images of war, and they're like a Hollywood producer's vision of what war is supposed to look like. I fell to my knees, but managed to get behind another rock. It's so messy. But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. I've spent enough time out there for my number to come up. It can be agonisingly painful to think that all you're doing is taking pictures.' I was able to get to the epicentre of the explosion. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. (SG1: "Heroes, Part 2"). But when you are in front of something, it's not like the movies.' None of them was looking at me so I lifted my camera, just trying to get them in frame. Politicians need to know what it looks like when you send young boys to war. You become a terrible dinner guest. They didn't. The president spoke about the shooting of Trayvon Martin in the context of race relations last summer. One had exploded in the tank. I got a lot of flak.' The entry wound was the size of a penny; the exit bigger than the palm of my hand. I was about 15 metres away, photographing Bhutto, when there was a burst of gunfire followed by an explosion. Moments later, he was lying in a 20ft stream of blood. The real worry is IEDs, though – when you go on patrol, every step could be your last. Some people would sprint as fast as they could; others would brazenly walk, as if they were giving two fingers. Platoon Sergeant/Sergeant First Class Charles Martin Penley Jr was a casualty of the Vietnam War. You're not just a journalist or a human being, you're a mixture of both, and to try to separate the two is complicated. I was a mess.' I was convinced I was going to die and felt angry with myself. Bregman decided to change tactics. When people around me have been hurt or killed, I've recorded it. Suddenly this guy jumped on to it. When you're younger, you're immortal. I was deep in Soweto when I saw a man being attacked by ANC combatants. We snapped from the waist, trying not to make it obvious. For about six months he was with a unit in Vietnam, and the day before he was scheduled to go home- the day before- he's out with the unit. I don't feel pity, but at the same time they took me with them and did everything to protect me. Later, Arkan caught me photographing another execution and said he'd process my film and keep the ones he didn't like. His name was Martin Kristofski. The military were very unhappy with the pictures afterwards. It felt as if I'd been punched. He'd suffered a direct hit from an RPG [rocket-propelled grenade]. You see movies, you read books, you can imagine anything. I jumped behind a rock. I was in so much shock. When I put it down, they looked over. The pain was overwhelming. His name was Martin Kristofski. I always ask myself, "Why do I do this job?' I'm more scared now, more aware of the risks. Photos (3) Quotes (3) Photos . As I approached the aftermath of the bomb, I struggled to compose myself. They had us pinned down and a sniper was picking people off one by one. It was riotous, with widespread looting. His name was Martin Kristofski. The Phoenix Foundation Mountains Sam Kristofski ARRI 435 35mm Then I saw a man with a knife in his mouth, coming out of the bush – he was holding up a hand like a trophy. I knew exactly what had happened. Photograph: Adam Ferguson/VII Network, Alvaro Ybarra Zavala: 'Years after i took this picture, every time I see it I feel scared again.' “You know, I once did a piece on this, uh, war photographer. I got a lot of flak. Adam Ferguson: 'As a photographer, you feel helpless. He walked directly at me. That moment changed my perspective. People were congratulating me and there was a celebration over this intense tragedy that I had captured. Without them, I couldn't have done the story. Photograph: Ron Haviv/VII, Julie Jacobson: 'The media ground rule was that you couldn't photograph a military casualty in a way that they could be identified… Making that decision was a public act. I like that it's not a clean picture, that it's not well composed and you can't see everything that's happening. There are very few pictures where you get a feel for how fucking awful it is, how desperate and urgent. Photograph: Mads Nissen/Berlingske/Panos Pictures, Adam Dean: 'I'd never seen a dead body before. I had seen corpses, torn apart, in the morgue and didn't want to end up like that. He screamed and pulled a shotgun. I love Haiti, but every time I pass the port, I carry some of that fear. I waited 30 seconds, started to walk away, then ran and scaled the fence. Pictures like this, of inexperienced rebels being fired on by machine guns and mortars. I told them I'd stop shooting if they stopped killing him. His name was Martin Kristofski. Two crazy weeks and the most unbelievable story I ever did. Every time you go to a conflict, you see the worst. When people around me have been hurt or killed, I've recorded it. He has fought all night long. When we got out, I felt surprisingly OK. We'd survived – when you survive, this job is always worth the risk. As the soldiers dragged me away from the kill zone, I took these pictures. It was almost like a test, to see if I had what I needed for this job. Photograph: John Stanmeyer/VII, Ashley Gilbertson: 'Sometimes you look at images of war, and they're like a Hollywood producer's vision of what war is supposed to look like. I stayed on in Palestine, but was much more cautious after that; have been ever since. We were pleading for our lives.' The thugs with guns didn't want us there. It was carnage, there were bodies, flames were coming out of the buildings. This woman was escorted out of the building and round this devastated street corner. They didn't realise I'd taken photos.' I did for a second; when I looked up, everyone had run off. One thug offered me "protection". The Vietnam Veterans Memorial stands as a symbol of America's honor and recognition of the men and women who served and sacrificed their lives in the Vietnam War. It was terrifying – both the actual shelling, and the anticipation of it. We were at the Diyala Bridge, which had to be taken by the marines so they could get into Baghdad. When friends die, you wonder if it's worth the price. As the man was set on fire, he began to run. Being behind the wall at the side of the front door saved me.The second marine entered the room and shot the Iraqi dead. I was working on the edge. Pictures amd photos of Vietnam. And the day before he was scheduled to leave - the *day* before, he's out with the unit. Photograph: Greg Marinovich/Storytaxi.com, Gary Knight: 'My stress is nothing compared with civilians and soldiers. Photos from “Vietnam: The Real War” will be on view at the Steven Kasher Gallery in Manhattan from Oct. 24 through Nov. 26.. Richard Pyle covered the Vietnam War for The Associated Press from 1968 to 1973 as a field correspondent and, from 1970-73, as Saigon bureau chief. Then I got out. Then I was surrounded. I was able to get to the epicentre of the explosion. You cannot separate the rest of your life and I've tried not to control how much I think about them. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. I've lost a lot of friends and colleagues – two of them very recently. It was almost like a test to see if I had what I needed for this job.' There are very few pictures where you get a feel for how awful it is, how desperate and urgent.' I had wanted to capture the sense of release that everyone had and suddenly this became the shot. I was shaking when I took this shot. My mind refocused and I thought, "No, fuck that!". They made us lie in the dirt, put guns to us. The rebels had just moved in and the locals were going crazy, shooting in the air. BRUCE EDWARD MARTIN . Moments later he was lying in a 20ft stream of blood. When our captors left us alone, we spoke about what we'd do if we got out. My wife and children were very much on my mind because the danger was so extreme. When I got home, I sat and cried and cried – she had saved my life. The soliders were yelling at me not to shoot, but I'd promised myself I'd come out of this with an image to prove what was happening. Photograph: Alvaro Ybarra Zavala/Getty, Lynsey Addario: 'They made us lie in the dirt, put guns to us. By that point I'd accepted that I was going to get shot. It was heavy fighting, and I was very afraid. I was panicking, trying to fight the urge to leave. Suddenly I understood a mob. This is the last picture I took before I got shot. I don't have to be there – they don't have the choice. Photograph: Eric Bouvet/VII Network, Mads Nissen: 'Suddenly this guy jumped on the the tank. It epitomised the whole mood – this older woman caught in the middle of this ridiculous, tragic event. I had to keep working. I was crying, shaking. And my stress is nothing compared with civilians and soldiers. The guy with the knife in his mouth is a human being like the rest of us. Sometimes they have been constantly in my head, sometimes I have not thought about them at all. As we jumped the wall, I saw this boy, and was like, "This is what it's come to." When I put it down, they looked over. I once did a piece on this war photographer. He was a war photographer during the Vietnam War.During a patrol, he accidentally photographed a Lieutenant getting shot in the head. While I was out in Afghanistan, my wife had a miscarriage and she equated it to my being away. This photograph was the most dangerous moment in my career. Port au Prince was falling. They were torturing, killing and raping. There were bodies on the road, dead and dying. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. In February 2001, I spent four weeks traveling through Vietnam, exploring the Old Quarter of Hanoi, hiking through hill tribe villages near Sapa, and drifting down ancient waterways in Hoa Lu.The highlight of my trip to Vietnam was a week in Hoi An, a small, sleepy village about halfway down the coast between Hanoi and Saigon. Gender Photograph: Shaul Schwarz/Getty, 'You see movies, you read books, you can imagine anything. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam, and the day before he was scheduled to leave-the *day* before, he's out with the unit. Photograph: Gary Knight/VII, Saul Schwarz: 'I had blood on me, brains. Photograph: Marco Di Lauro/Getty Images, John Stanmeyer: 'The military turned their guns on him , and as her started to run they grabbed him and kicked him. But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. There's no thinking, just passion.' I was terrified and sickened, but kept telling myself just to concentrate and get it done so I could leave. I'm not that interested in pictures of tanks burning – I'm interested in people. There's no thinking, just passion. It was still very fresh and there was a risk o… And the day before he was scheduled to leave - the *day* before, he's out with the unit. Photograph: Ami Vitale/Panos Pictures, In pictures: the life of a war photographer (contains some graphic images). We ran behind a Humvee, but now we were being fired on from both sides. People surrounded us, celebrating. As a member of the Army, SFC Penley served our country until May 11th, 1969 in Quang Ngai, South Vietnam… If it had landed on top or a couple of feet over, I would have died. The epicentre of the explosion was a pile of maybe a dozen limbless, charred, mangled bodies in pools of blood. It was fate that my head was tilted to the right, otherwise I wouldn't be here today. But when you are in front of something, it's not like the movies. What's important is that we show what human beings are capable of. As a photographer, you feel helpless. He put me on a death list, and I spent the next eight years trying to avoid him. I was the only witness. I'm intruding on the most intimate moments, but I force myself to do it because the world has to see those images. Out of universe information But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. I once did a piece on this war photographer. I had been in Libya for just over two weeks, shooting the insurgency. I remind myself of that all the time. It comes in waves so you can see it moving in your direction. They began tearing at me, fighting over the bills. That was one of the strange things about covering it – it was so close to London. I'd hidden the film from earlier in the day in my pocket and figured that if I fought hard enough for the film in my camera, he wouldn't search me. You're not there to get your rocks off; you're there because you feel your pictures can make a difference. We were pleading for our lives. I knew I had to frame the pictures so they weren't too graphic. Eventually, these images were used to indict him at The Hague. I'm not really interested in military bang-bang pictures; I'm interested in documenting people living through war. A group of us had gone to the port. It was like a dog that smells fear. The fourth and final injury, in Afghanistan in 1999, wasn't the worst, but I decided enough was enough. ... His name was Martin Kristofski. And the day before he was scheduled to leave - the *day* before, he's out with the unit. It was one of the most intense experiences I've ever had. Then I started worrying that I might live but end up paralysed. That's part of it. We were hiding from Taliban gunfire, when there was this explosion. This job takes a lot of skill, but a lot of it is luck. This was one of the times I was most in danger, but there have been times in Afghanistan where I have felt more scared. Martin Krystovski is a male Tau'ri. When you're younger, you're immortal.' I'd just run across a street with 40 marines to take shelter in an Islamic cultural centre, with bullets whizzing past my face. I'd been in Afghanistan for a month when I stepped on the landmine. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. I was the third person in the room and I took this picture. When we got to the local base, a medic said, "Hell, I can see right through you." I once did a piece on this war photographer. The military turned their guns on him, and as he started to run they grabbed him and kicked him. I don't think about the risk to myself, as I probably should.

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