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  • Our local National Guard unit was shipping out to Iraq, and I went down to see them off and document it for the zine I co-published about my city, Geneva 13.

    I didn't know anybody in the unit. It draws people from all over the region, so I'm not sure how many Genevans knew people mobilizing either. I went because we had been at war for years but it had never touched me. It became a white noise in the background of most of our lives. We've been at war for so long we've taken it as normal. There is something Orwellian about it.

    I wasn't prepared for the emotion of the event. The air was electric with sadness and apprehension. Most of the people there had traveled from out of town to say goodbye to their sons, fathers, and brothers. I'm not a very good photojournalist. I took only a few photographs. I didn't want to intrude. The one I got is perhaps the best documentary photograph I ever took.

    Honestly, I tear up when I look at it. I hope that guy came home to his family.
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