In the run-up to Obama's August 31 policy speech regarding the drawdown of troops in Iraq, wars continue around the globe—and where there are wars, there are photojournalists. Sometimes their reasons for staying in a war zone are opaque. "What I do not understand is why you [would] rather be in a ditch in Chechnya, freezing, cold and shot at instead of being in bed fucking me." That challenge, posed by one of photojournalist Stanley Greene's many exes, cuts to the heart of his deeply personal, brutally honest retrospective, which spans his early days shooting punk bands to his current career as a decorated war photographer. In images and words, Greene bluntly recounts how war shatters lives—including his own.