But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. We snapped from the waist, trying not to make it obvious. 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". I was very much a novice when I took this. Suddenly this guy jumped on to it. Around you are medics, security personnel, people doing good work. A group of us had gone to the port. That was pretty dreadful, but she's a writer and understands why I do this. Photograph: João Silva/The New York Times, Tom Stoddart: 'Sarajevo was the most dangerous place I have worked on a long-term basis. 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. I saw them do it, and I couldn't stop them. You become a terrible dinner guest. But when you are in front of something, it's not like the movies. 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. Martin Krystovski is a male Tau'ri. 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. Gender 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'm intruding on the most intimate moments, but I force myself to do it because the world has to see those images. I ran to the car horrified. None of them was looking at me so I lifted my camera, just trying to get them in frame. While I was out in Afghanistan, my wife had a miscarriage and she equated it to my being away. 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. 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. My wife and children were very much on my mind because the danger was so extreme. (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. ... VIEW ALL PHOTOS (1) HONORED ON PANEL 13W, LINE 46 OF THE WALL. I ran to the car horrified; I was a mess. I thought, if I'm going to die right now, I might as well be working. I'd been embedded with US troops in Nuristan for five weeks when we went to help a unit that had been ambushed nearby. His name was Martin Kristofski. I like that it's not a clean picture, that it's not well composed and you can't see everything that's happening. They were torturing, killing and raping. I don't have to be there – they don't have the choice. It's the closest I've come to capturing the chaos of combat. And the day before he was scheduled to leave - the *day* before, he's out with the unit. That moment changed my perspective. 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 about 15 metres away, photographing Bhutto, when there was a burst of gunfire followed by an explosion. I was framing my next shot when a bare-chested man came into view and swung a machete into his blazing skull. I was shaking when I took this shot. They didn't realise I'd taken photos.' Then a few weeks later Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros were killed in Misrata, which sent me into a tailspin. I've spent enough time out there for my number to come up. We were hiding from Taliban gunfire, when there was this explosion. I was working on the edge. 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. I proposed to my girlfriend two months later, and we had a baby last year. 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. There are very few pictures where you get a feel for how fucking awful it is, how desperate and urgent. I was the third person in the room and I took this picture. Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. His name was Martin Kristofski. He put me on a death list, and I spent the next eight years trying to avoid him. They were the lead battalion, the ones who went on to pull down the statue of Saddam. They didn't realise I'd taken photos. It was unbearable. It felt as if I'd been punched. I got a lot of flak.' It was carnage, there were bodies, flames were coming out of the buildings. I had to keep working.' I once did a piece on this war photographer. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. 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. The reality is hard work and a lot of time alone. Photograph: Gary Knight/VII, Saul Schwarz: 'I had blood on me, brains. My cameras were on the ground, and as they grabbed me I had to lean down and pick them up. On 15 March, myself and three other journalists were captured by Gaddafi's troops. Making that decision was a public act. They started groping me very aggressively, touching my breasts and butt. 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. People think you do this to chase adrenaline. I'm 40 now, and a lot has changed in the risks I'm prepared to take. It was still very fresh and there was a risk o… I knew my legs had gone, so I called my wife on the satellite phone and told her not to worry. I was surrounded by hundreds of angry men, screaming in my face, grabbing me. Then I got out. Photograph: Greg Marinovich/Storytaxi.com, Gary Knight: 'My stress is nothing compared with civilians and soldiers. I'd never seen a dead body before. Photograph: Eric Bouvet/VII Network, Mads Nissen: 'Suddenly this guy jumped on the the tank. It was my first digital assignment and I was amazed to be able to look at my shots. 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. Around you are medics, security personnel, people doing good work. People surrounded us, celebrating. Photograph: Adam Ferguson/VII Network, Alvaro Ybarra Zavala: 'Years after i took this picture, every time I see it I feel scared again.' It was one of the most intense experiences I've ever had. We've been to Sudan together, we've been ambushed, we've been in lots of nutty situations. The military turned their guns on him, and as he started to run they grabbed him and kicked him. 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. Sometimes they have been constantly in my head, sometimes I have not thought about them at all. Bullets pinged past the entire time. I had a few dollar bills in my trousers, and put my hand there. I saw three soldiers smoking, playing with their guns, and felt safe – I don't know why. He began pushing and threatening me. I saw the barrel, then he shot the man next to me – I had blood on me, brains. For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. 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 told them I'd stop shooting if they stopped killing him. I was able to get to the epicentre of the explosion. I remember feeling very scared because there was still popping and hissing and small explosions, and the building was collapsing. By that point I'd accepted that I was going to get shot. He'd suffered a direct hit from an RPG [rocket-propelled grenade]. It was almost like a test to see if I had what I needed for this job.' For about six months, he was with a unit in Vietnam. The bullet went through my ribs and out of my lower back. Pictures like this, of inexperienced rebels being fired on by machine guns and mortars. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. I was deep in Soweto when I saw a man being attacked by ANC combatants. The rebels had just moved in and the locals were going crazy, shooting in the air. Platoon Sergeant/Sergeant First Class Charles Martin Penley Jr was a casualty of the Vietnam War. “You know, I once did a piece on this, uh, war photographer. The epicentre of the explosion was a pile of maybe a dozen limbless, charred, mangled bodies in pools of blood. Sniper Alley, where this was taken, paralysed Sarajevo. Photograph: Ami Vitale/Panos Pictures, In pictures: the life of a war photographer (contains some graphic images). I was in so much shock. If it had landed on top or a couple of feet over, I would have died. An attempt had been made on Bhutto's life two months earlier, so there was already a certain degree of risk. At that point, it was hard to justify why I put myself in that situation. I was one of the first on the scene. Nineteen months later, I met my wife. You're there to do a job. The military were very unhappy with the pictures afterwards.' 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. They didn't. They've just executed these Muslim civilians – a butcher, his wife and sister-in-law; the start of what became known as ethnic cleansing. I don't feel pity, but at the same time they took me with them and did everything to protect me. Within minutes of nearly being killed, I came across pro-East Timorese independence supporter Joaquim Bernardino Guterres. It can be agonisingly painful to think that all you're doing is taking pictures.' And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. But I could leave. The soldiers started laughing and firing in the air. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. Moments later he was lying in a 20ft stream of blood. The fire from the tank was incredibly strong and I was worried it might explode at any moment. The entry wound was the size of a penny; the exit bigger than the palm of my hand. Then I started worrying that I might live but end up paralysed.

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