First Memorial Day after my cousin was killed in Iraq when the helicopter he was riding in (on his way to the air base to come home for leave) was shot down.
First Leave his buddy had after returning himself.
I took this picture very hurridly…it felt like I was doing something wrong…intruding on his grief even though it was a perfect outward display of the grief I had inside me. It was such a private moment, how dare I thrust myslef into it? However, it was a powerful moment. I wanted to remember how he honored Dan, how he felt, how it made me hurt, how it made me proud, how it made me feel a little closer to my cousin.
I’m glad I took the shot. It isn’t the best color, angle, or framing, but it’s one of the most important shots I’ve ever taken.
It will always remind me…and him…of that sorrow.