Fleet Street Photographer Finch
Not to glamorize war, but it does provide moments that alert us to the joy of life.
From the Times, the one in London: Terry Fincher, a Fleet Street photographer who died recently, remembered one episode in Vietnam when he was with the Life magazine photographer Larry Burrows on the American-held Hill Timothy. They had dug a trench, which they were hiding in. The stench of war hung in the air. Dead bodies lay near by. Fincher felt very lonely. He wanted to go home. He could have run for a helicopter, but didn't.
"That night it was pitch black and the rockets and shells were coming in thick and fast, landing even closer than the previous night. I tried to sleep through the noise, covering my face with my steel helmet, but it was impossible. In the morning I asked Larry what we should do that day. He looked up at the dark, brooding sky. 'Exposure one second at f2.8,' he said with a grin."
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