There he was, the consumate soldier, sitting across the darkened aircraft from me as the plane bobbed up and down. The roar of the props inside made it impossible to say a word to each other. The worn edges of his helmet cover revealed he had been in Vietnam a while. The ammunition bandalier he was carrying around his shoulder said he was probably a machine gunner. There was hardly any light inside the cargo/passenger area. I cranked the aperture wide, dropped the shutter speed probably down about a 30th of a second. As expected, the image came somewhat blurred, but I was satisfied with it nevertheless. For that moment, I through my camera was looking into his eyes, and obviously, he was looking back with a depth and an interest specifically at me or my camera.
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