Without eyes by Juan Diego Serrano

There I was- in the middle of the jungle- human silence. Only insects and the sound of wind could be heard.  This made it even more frightening. It was only needed a shot to make chaos present, and that happened. I started shooting everywhere because in the jungle it was impossible to see clearly; you didn’t even know if you were shooting a friend or an enemy. You could only hear your success when you heard the shouting of the almost dead ones. This was war in Vietnam: burning sun and exhaustion.