I once did a piece on this war photographer. His name was Martin Kristofski. 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. And it was just a routine patrol, or so they thought. But suddenly, a Lieutenant pulled him down. And Kristofski - he hadn't intended to take a picture at that moment, but his hands were on the camera and he hit the ground so hard that it just went off. And the picture captured the Lieutenant getting shot in the head. And Kristofski said to me, he said, "Well, that-that bullet would've hit me,
should've hit me." And he
never showed that picture to
anyone, not for 25 years. But 25 years later, he got up one morning, and he looked at that picture, and he saw something that wasn't horrific, and he decided to tell the story, because he realized that he hadn't accidentally taken a picture of a man dying. It was of a man saving his life.
—Emmett Bregman