A Difference

“A celebrated American-born war reporter and a young French photographer were killed on Wednesday morning when Syrian forces bombed a makeshift media center in the besieged city of Homs. The tragedy shook the disparate community of conflict journalists gathered there, not least in highlighting the degree to which risks are intensifying for those covering Syria’s march to civil war.

Marie Colvin, an American who was one of Britain’s most honored combat journalists, and Rémi Ochlik, an award-winning photojournalist who was just 29, died when the regime’s military hit the building where a growing number of foreign journalists were covering the Homs battle. British photographer Paul Conroy, whose work illustrated Colvin’s chilling dispatch from Homs in the London Sunday Times last weekend, was reported severely injured, along with an unnamed American woman journalist. Those details have not yet been confirmed.
Read more: http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2107394,00.html#ixzz1nDpgRqAo

 

I’ve mentioned it before, that when I was younger I wanted to be a journalist. The idea died off many years ago (along with my improvement in writing, hah) but it has always remained a childhood dream. Of all the articles that I’ve read, it’s always the “people” issues that grabbed me — social problems, poverty, trafficking, abuse and war etc. And on the other hand: personal triumphs, stories of hope and achievements.

Being a young lad, always fascinated with the more ground-level aspects and horrors of armed conflict, while sporting a lack of care for my own mortality, I’ve always regarded war journalists, photographers and documentarists as heroes in their own right, moreso than others in my eyes.

These two have given their lives in the pursuit of that calling. In memory and in honour of their contributions, a toast: to Marie Colvin, to Rémi Ochlik and to all the other men and women before them.

“The war correspondent has his stake – his life – in his own hands, and he can put it on this horse or that horse, or he can put it back in his pocket at the very last minute.”
– Robert Capa

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