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“ Each came for a reason and died taking a chance. They were veterans and amateurs staff shooters and independents, gun-toters and pacifists. One never sold a photograph, two had Pulitzer Prizes. Some were buried with honors and mourned by nations; others simply disappeared. They came from around the globe to become the greatest assemblage of photojournalists in history.
Some stayed on for the glory, the money, the thrill. Others returned again and again, because it was the place to be. North Vietnamese and Viet Cong shooters didn’t have a choice; their orders said stay ‘til victory or death.
All lived for the next picture; it could be the best one of all.
It is for their photographs, not their dying, that the world remembers them. Tod Bartismus
Some stayed on for the glory, the money, the thrill. Others returned again and again, because it was the place to be. North Vietnamese and Viet Cong shooters didn’t have a choice; their orders said stay ‘til victory or death.
All lived for the next picture; it could be the best one of all.
It is for their photographs, not their dying, that the world remembers them. Tod Bartismus
