I was with a Russian special commando. I knew I had to frame the pictures so they weren't too graphic. I was able to get to the epicentre of the explosion. https://stargate.fandom.com/wiki/Martin_Krystovski?oldid=421424. SFC/PSG Charles Martin Penley Jr, Vietnam Veteran, Native of Asheville, NC. As a photographer, you feel helpless. When people around me have been hurt or killed, I've recorded it. My wife and children were very much on my mind because the danger was so extreme. Photograph: John D McHugh/Getty Images, Marco Di Lauro: 'I'm 40 now, and a lot has changed in the risks I'm prepared to take. This is the first thing I saw. I always ask myself, "Why do I do this job?' His name was Martin Kristofski. Photos (3) Quotes (3) Photos . For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. People would pass carrying skis, or off to the Caribbean, and you'd feel like screaming, "Why don't you understand?" Photograph: Gary Knight/VII, Saul Schwarz: 'I had blood on me, brains. As we jumped the wall, I saw this boy, and was like, "This is what it's come to." (SG1: "Heroes, Part 2"). There were numerous firefights going on between the pro-Timorese Aitarak and the Indonesian militia, so I just ran. I don't feel pity, but at the same time they took me with them and did everything to protect me. We were hiding from Taliban gunfire, when there was this explosion. You cannot separate the rest of your life and I've tried not to control how much I think about them. Moments later, he was lying in a 20ft stream of blood. 'The Best Photo From Vietnam': One Photographer's Defining Image of War. The guy with the bandage on his head has lost his friends. I was lucky. As the man was set on fire, he began to run. There's no thinking, just passion.' But I could leave. The bullet went through my ribs and out of my lower back. I was working on the edge. As a member of the Army, SFC Penley served our country until May 11th, 1969 in Quang Ngai, South Vietnam… They began tearing at me, fighting over the bills. Eventually, these images were used to indict him at The Hague. As soon as it was light, I took pictures. Biographical information 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 15 March, myself and three other journalists were captured by Gaddafi's troops. You're not there to get your rocks off; you're there because you feel your pictures can make a difference. His name was Martin Kristofski. I was able to get to the epicentre of the explosion. 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. I'd been in Afghanistan for a month when I stepped on the landmine. I began shooting one guy a metre away. As I approached the aftermath of the bomb, I struggled to compose myself. 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. I told them I'd stop shooting if they stopped killing him. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. I got a lot of flak.' I saw three soldiers smoking, playing with their guns, and felt safe – I don't know why. Maybe I was better off dead? 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. The fourth and final injury, in Afghanistan in 1999, wasn't the worst, but I decided enough was enough. A man in the procession started screaming, "CIA agent" and pointing at me. Photograph: Alvaro Ybarra Zavala/Getty, Lynsey Addario: 'They made us lie in the dirt, put guns to us. It was heavy fighting, and I was very afraid. We snapped from the waist, trying not to make it obvious. Suddenly this guy jumped on to it. The military were very unhappy with the pictures afterwards. I thought, "Don't do anything crazy, just act like you're part of this crazy party.". I've spent enough time out there for my number to come up. I'd just finished a master's in photojournalism and thought I'd go to Pakistan to cover the elections. 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. I was panicking, trying to fight the urge to leave. I fell to my knees, but managed to get behind another rock. Sometimes, you look at images of war, and they're like a Hollywood producer's vision of what war is supposed to look like. It was my first digital assignment and I was amazed to be able to look at my shots. Some of us contemplated whether we wanted to continue covering conflicts; whether it was worth the hardships we put our families through. 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. He was a war photographer during the Vietnam War.During a patrol, he accidentally photographed a Lieutenant getting shot in the head. The Afghan security forces normally shut down a suicide bombing like this pretty quickly. The reality is hard work and a lot of time alone. He walked directly at me. Years after I took this picture, every time I see it I feel scared again. I had a split-second decision to risk a secondary blast (as had happened in October) or start running with the crowd. A bullet went right by my ear, moving my hair. And the day before he was scheduled to leave — the day before, he's out with the unit. I had wanted to capture the sense of release that everyone had and suddenly this became the shot. I remember feeling very scared because there was still popping and hissing and small explosions, and the building was collapsing. We started out as 60 and came back 30 – one in two people injured or killed. I was deep in Soweto when I saw a man being attacked by ANC combatants. They said, "Do you realise you could have been killed?" I'm not that interested in pictures of tanks burning – I'm interested in people. He screamed and pulled a shotgun. His name was Martin Kristofski. I had been in Libya for just over two weeks, shooting the insurgency. I wish I was in Libya at the moment, without a shadow of a doubt. My mind refocused and I thought, "No, fuck that!". I had seen corpses, torn apart, in the morgue and didn't want to end up like that. Platoon Sergeant/Sergeant First Class Charles Martin Penley Jr was a casualty of the Vietnam War. BRUCE E MARTIN. They had us pinned down and a sniper was picking people off one by one. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. Photograph: Mads Nissen/Berlingske/Panos Pictures, Adam Dean: 'I'd never seen a dead body before. Photograph: Ashley Gilbertson/VII Network, Ron Haviv: 'I was shaking when I took the shot. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. Male I did for a second; when I looked up, everyone had run off. Gender His name is Martin Kristofski. I ran to the car horrified. I could hear bullets hitting it, and thought, "Oh fuck, oh fuck.". If it's humanly possible, if the prosthetics allow me, I'll go back to conflict zones. The rebels had just moved in and the locals were going crazy, shooting in the air. Every time you go to a conflict, you see the worst. Pictures amd photos of Vietnam. Your instinct is to bury yourself, but you can't. Then I started worrying that I might live but end up paralysed. I got as close as possible, within metres, and started shooting, counting to five in my head. I once did a piece on this war photographer. There were so many bullets in the air, it sounded like a swarm of bees. The first three days were very violent – I was punched in the face several times, groped nonstop. Bodies of pro-Gaddafi soldiers were lying around, beginning to stink as the sun got higher. You could be back at Heathrow in a couple of hours. The president spoke about the shooting of Trayvon Martin in the context of race relations last summer. I once did a piece on this war photographer. But I couldn't help him. I'll keep doing the job I do but I'll be more careful. I was the third person in the room and I took this picture. 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.' ... His name was Martin Kristofski. Matt Kristofski and Matt Warner first started fermenting and brewing small batches of craft beer in their Aro Valley flat, but little did they know it was the start of something big. 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. Then a few weeks later Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros were killed in Misrata, which sent me into a tailspin. Martin Krystovski is a male Tau'ri. I discovered a dead Chechen four metres from me when I got up in the night. This is the morning after a night that left four men dead and 10 wounded. I was about 15 metres away, photographing Bhutto, when there was a burst of gunfire followed by an explosion. I was looking to settle. I was shaking when I took this shot. It was almost like a test to see if I had what I needed for this job.' Around you are medics, security personnel, people doing good work. I thought, if I'm going to die right now, I might as well be working. There are very few pictures where you get a feel for how fucking awful it is, how desperate and urgent. It was terrifying – both the actual shelling, and the anticipation of it. Then we were tied up, blindfolded and moved from place to place for six days. I was convinced I was going to die and felt angry with myself. To get from one side to the other, the residents had to pass through this intersection and Serbian snipers would take shots at them. There were bodies on the road, dead and dying. And the day before he was scheduled to leave - the *day* before, he's out with the unit. There are very few pictures where you get a feel for how awful it is, how desperate and urgent.' The entry wound was the size of a penny; the exit bigger than the palm of my hand. They made us lie in the dirt, put guns to us. Home planet Suddenly I understood a mob. I don't think about the risk to myself, as I probably should. The military were very unhappy with the pictures afterwards.' 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 proposed to my girlfriend two months later, and we had a baby last year. I'd been embedded with US troops in Nuristan for five weeks when we went to help a unit that had been ambushed nearby. 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. Moments later he was lying in a 20ft stream of blood. And the answer is: I want to show the best and worst face of humankind. I'm intruding on the most intimate moments, but I force myself to do it because the world has to see those images. Around you are medics, security personnel, people doing good work. I don't have to be there – they don't have the choice.' They started groping me very aggressively, touching my breasts and butt. Appearances I remind myself of that all the time. He'd suffered a direct hit from an RPG [rocket-propelled grenade]. 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. Then I was surrounded. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. I love my job but getting shot made me think about life beyond work. You become a terrible dinner guest. I was crying, shaking. Attacked by a Haitian mob, kidnapped by Gaddafi's troops, shot in Afghanistan… Who'd be a war photographer? Out of universe information The Phoenix Foundation Mountains Sam Kristofski ARRI 435 35mm It was almost like a test, to see if I had what I needed for this job. The Afghan security forces normally shut down a suicide bombing like this pretty quickly. I got into Ajdabiya shortly after its fall. "No pictures," someone yelled. Suddenly I understood a mob. I saw the barrel, then he shot the man next to me – I had blood on me, brains. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. It was carnage, there were bodies, flames were coming out of the buildings. Politicians need to know what it looks like when you send young boys to war. Then I got out. And the day before he was scheduled to leave - the day before, he's out with the unit. It was like a dog that smells fear. It's the worst face of humankind. I'm not that interested in pictures of tanks burning – I'm interested in people. I'd never seen a dead body before. 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. The fire from the tank was incredibly strong and I was worried it might explode at any moment. But I could leave. And my stress is nothing compared with civilians and soldiers. I ran to the car horrified; I was a mess. One of them hit me. My cameras were on the ground, and as they grabbed me I had to lean down and pick them up. 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 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. I was terrified and sickened, but kept telling myself just to concentrate and get it done so I could leave. I was with a lead unit of marines, and we received a triple ambush from the insurgents. None of them was looking at me so I lifted my camera, just trying to get them in frame. He put me on a death list, and I spent the next eight years trying to avoid him. It epitomised the whole mood – this older woman caught in the middle of this ridiculous, tragic event. For me to turn my back, that's disrespectful. I started when I was 28. It was just me and the thug. When you're younger, you're immortal.' We've been to Sudan together, we've been ambushed, we've been in lots of nutty situations. This is the last picture I took before I got shot. The day I don't do that with my photography is the day I'll give up and open a restaurant. I was one of the few who kept going back to Iraq. But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. And the day before he was scheduled to leave - the *day* before, he's out with the unit. As the soldiers dragged me away from the kill zone, I took these pictures. 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. Two crazy weeks and the most unbelievable story I ever did. The first marine knocked down the door and the guy that you see in the image threw a grenade at him – the dust is from the explosion. While I was out in Afghanistan, my wife had a miscarriage and she equated it to my being away. I was one of the first on the scene. The guy in the photo is shouting, "Don't take my fucking picture!" I really hate this shot. There's no thinking, just passion. Bregman decided to change tactics. It was fate that my head was tilted to the right, otherwise I wouldn't be here today. When I got home, I sat and cried and cried – she had saved my life. They were the lead battalion, the ones who went on to pull down the statue of Saddam. When I got to the hotel, I showed the other photographers. The epicentre of the explosion was a pile of maybe a dozen limbless, charred, mangled bodies in pools of blood. Three days into my first assignment, I was photographing between two lines of people shooting at each other in Kosovo. Martin Krystovski I got in my car and, once I turned the corner, began to scream. We need to see what we do to be able to show future generations the mistakes we make. I was very much a novice when I took this. He has fought all night long. I had a few dollar bills in my trousers, and put my hand there. They didn't realise I'd taken photos. I knew exactly what had happened. You're there to do a job. BRUCE EDWARD MARTIN . When we got to the local base, a medic said, "Hell, I can see right through you." The soldiers started laughing and firing in the air. One thug offered me "protection". Photograph: Eric Bouvet/VII Network, Mads Nissen: 'Suddenly this guy jumped on the the tank. (SG1: "Heroes, Part 2"), Emmett Bregman used his story to convince Dr. Daniel Jackson to allow him to use the video of Dr. Janet Fraiser dying in his documentary. Photograph: Greg Marinovich/Storytaxi.com, Gary Knight: 'My stress is nothing compared with civilians and soldiers. Photograph: Tom Stoddart/Getty Images, Greg Marinovich: ' "No pictures," someone yelled. Only then did it hit me how dangerous it had been. They've just executed these Muslim civilians – a butcher, his wife and sister-in-law; the start of what became known as ethnic cleansing. Taliban started shooting down on us from the mountains. I was with two marines trying to get into this house. An attempt had been made on Bhutto's life two months earlier, so there was already a certain degree of risk. What's important is that we show what human beings are capable of. They were torturing, killing and raping. The opposition were shelling us. We were at the Diyala Bridge, which had to be taken by the marines so they could get into Baghdad. I was framing my next shot when a bare-chested man came into view and swung a machete into his blazing skull. It was 25 minutes before anybody could get to me. It can be agonisingly painful to think that all you're doing is taking pictures. It's about finding a way of dealing with the fear – you have to be very calm. They didn't. I was photographing a funeral, and having spent most of the day with the women, I went to see the body being taken in. It felt as if I'd been punched. I've lost a lot of friends and colleagues – two of them very recently. But when you are in front of something, it's not like the movies.' For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. I was surrounded by hundreds of angry men, screaming in my face, grabbing me. It was carnage, there were bodies, flames were coming out of the buildings. Photograph: Adam Ferguson/VII Network, Alvaro Ybarra Zavala: 'Years after i took this picture, every time I see it I feel scared again.' I am going to die." On the other side, I tried to breathe. The thugs with guns didn't want us there. The soldiers were yelling for the medics. 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. His name was Martin Kristofski. And the day before he was scheduled to leave - the day before, he's out with the unit. I didn't think about it and began shooting. Photograph: Shaul Schwarz/Getty, 'You see movies, you read books, you can imagine anything. ... VIEW ALL PHOTOS (1) HONORED ON PANEL 13W, LINE 46 OF THE WALL. 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. “You know, I once did a piece on this, uh, war photographer. This was at the start of the invasion. That moment changed my perspective. The military turned their guns on him, and as he started to run they grabbed him and kicked him. I was with two other photographers most of the time, but at this moment I went back to the road alone. But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. The point is to get the news out. His name was Martin Kristofski. They didn't realise I'd taken photos.' I jumped behind a rock. 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. I'd just run across a street with 40 marines to take shelter in an Islamic cultural centre, with bullets whizzing past my face. When people around me have been hurt or killed, I've recorded it. I'm more scared now, more aware of the risks. I was the only witness. I'm 33 and I'm not sure I'd want to put myself in such risky situations when I'm older and perhaps have other people to consider. 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. It can be agonisingly painful to think that all you're doing is taking pictures.' Photograph: João Silva/The New York Times, Tom Stoddart: 'Sarajevo was the most dangerous place I have worked on a long-term basis. This woman was escorted out of the building and round this devastated street corner. I remember feeling very scared because there was still popping and hissing and small explosions, and the building was collapsing. People were congratulating me and there was a celebration over this intense tragedy that I had captured. The occupants of Sarajevo couldn't. It's very complicated. But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. People surrounded us, celebrating. Google Photos is the home for all your photos and videos, automatically organized and easy to share. It's so messy. I had wanted to capture the sense of release that everyone had, and this became the shot.' For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. He began pushing and threatening me. Photograph: Ami Vitale/Panos Pictures, In pictures: the life of a war photographer (contains some graphic images). I'm 40 now, and a lot has changed in the risks I'm prepared to take. His name was Martin Kristofski. I don't have to be there – they don't have the choice. The pain was overwhelming. Adam Ferguson: 'As a photographer, you feel helpless. That was pretty dreadful, but she's a writer and understands why I do this. I knew my legs had gone, so I called my wife on the satellite phone and told her not to worry. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. His name was Martin Kristofski. The real worry is IEDs, though – when you go on patrol, every step could be your last. The pain came later, back in intensive care, when infections set in and they nearly lost me a couple of times. It comes in waves so you can see it moving in your direction. 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. When I put it down, they looked over. Within minutes of nearly being killed, I came across pro-East Timorese independence supporter Joaquim Bernardino Guterres. But when you are in front of something, it's not like the movies. I'm not really interested in military bang-bang pictures; I'm interested in documenting people living through war. Without them, I couldn't have done the story. It was still very fresh and there was a risk of another bomb. It was a wake-up call to how violent it was going to be. This job takes a lot of skill, but a lot of it is luck. They didn't.' It was unbearable. Sarajevo was the most dangerous place I have worked on a long-term basis. When friends die, you wonder if it's worth the price. At that point, it was hard to justify why I put myself in that situation. I've often felt guilty about my pictures. Being behind the wall at the side of the front door saved me.The second marine entered the room and shot the Iraqi dead. A group of us had gone to the port. Pictures like this, of inexperienced rebels being fired on by machine guns and mortars. I had to keep working.' We were pleading for our lives.' The situation was very tense – people were drunk and aggressive. Photograph: Julie Jacobson/AP, Ami Vitale: 'I was terrified, and thought, "This is it, I am going to die." It's the closest I've come to capturing the chaos of combat. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. That's part of it. Photograph: Lynsey Addario/VII Network, João Silva: 'As the soldiers dragged me away from the kill zone, I took these pictures. Later, Arkan caught me photographing another execution and said he'd process my film and keep the ones he didn't like. 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. One had exploded in the tank. I waited 30 seconds, started to walk away, then ran and scaled the fence. I like that it's not a clean picture, that it's not well composed and you can't see everything that's happening. A woman I'd spent the day with managed to pull me away.