The Pictures Are There, And

In A War, You Must Hate Somebody Or Love Somebody; You Must Have A Position Or You Cannot Stand What Goes On

Like People And Let Them Know It.

It's Not Always Easy To Stand Aside And Be Unable To Do Anything Except Record The Sufferings Around One.

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.

The [concentration Camps] Were Swarming With Photographers And Every New Picture Of Horror Served Only To Diminish The Total Effect. Now, For A Short Day, Everyone Will See What Happened To Those Poor Devils In Those Camps; Tomorrow, Very Few Will Care What Happens To Them In The Future.