I went to Iraq, we saw it as a road trip, we had no idea what we were going to see, we weren't embedded, but in that car I found the whole situation in Iraq was unraveling. I wanted to cover the insurgent's view, so we went to some individuals with the insurgency, and they proposed for us to come to Fallujah. It was the day the rockets were fired into cars by Blackwater personnel. We arrived on the day [they were hung on the bridge]. My driver, who was an insurgent, said, You should photograph this. There were people standing in a circle, with these bodies [that had been burned and drug around and hung up], I'm an American, and I know I have to photograph this. That particular day I not only photographed these bodies, I also photographed Muqtada al-Sadr's suicide force marching up to the Green Zone. Everything that day was a life-and-death situation. I got on the sat phone, and I said, I photographed these bodies, I said, I've got to get a way to get these photos to Nouvel Ops [Le Nouvel Observateur]. And the person on the phone basically said, fuck Nouvel Obs, we're going to sell it to Newsweek. I said no way, Nouvel Obs sent me here. What I got upset about was that nobody asked how I was feeling. Nothing. That night, in my hotel room, I fell down on my knees and cried. I hadn't done that since I was a kid. That day I lost something and I haven't been able to get it back. There are consequences to this stuff. You carry this stuff with you a very long time.