As a teenager, I had an Argus C-3 and fired on anything of interest only to confirm after developing that my "work" was firmly between mediocrity and tedium. After several "missteps," I found myself in the US Army in '68 and attending the photo school at Fort Monmouth, NJ. There I learned the workings of a Speed Graphic and how to compose a photo. Upon graduation from that institute of higher learning, the Army sent me to Vietnam to hone my skills. After a few months in the jungle with a Bessler Topcon, Leica M-2R and Nikon F, I found myself at Saigon's Caravelle Hotel. I knew that's where a lot of civilian photographers lived and I was looking for advice on how I could get hired by one of the wire services and return to Vietnam after my military discharge. While at the Caravelle Hotel, I met a very nice British gentleman, Larry Burrows, and he was very patient with this GI. I'm sure I bored him to tears with my questions. Before parting company, I told him about an upcoming operation and invited him to accompany us. Well, a couple of weeks later, he showed up! During the day or two he was with us, I made more inquiries about getting into the world of news photography. He told me to build my portfolio, get a degree in journalism and look him up. I just knew I was on my way!
I got out of the Army and was busy working on the journalism degree. One day, I went to the college library to work on a term paper when a new Life Magazine featured a story called, Death of a Photographer caught my eye. It was Larry and it broke my heart a little. My desire to be a photographer fizzled. These days, I find my Leica is mostly trained on my grandchildren.
Mike