Platon

I want to know how you weather the storm.

He calmly looks at me and he says, I am the storm.

The eyes are always watching us.

But how do we use our eyes?

Do we look?

Or do we see?

When you look at this picture, you might find yourself thinking about the politics of war.

But when you see the person in this picture, you get to know Jessica.

Jessica holds a flag they draped over her husband's coffin, who had recently been killed fighting in Iraq for America.

I took this picture in her home.

Now, she has his wedding ring around her neck on a chain.

When you're killed in combat, the US military sends your clothes and personal belongings back to the family in a big box.

Jessica had recently received the box, but had not yet had the courage to open it.

There it lay, closed at the base of her bed in her bedroom.

I said to her, Jessica, maybe you should wear one of his army T-shirts as a tribute to him in the picture.

She said, I would.

But all his T-shirts are in the box.

Maybe now, she said, it's time for me to face that emotion.

So we both walked into her bedroom.

We both knelt at the base of her bed, and we undid a latch each of the box and lifted the lid, and she burst into tears.