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C r a i g f . W a l k e r
—from “Ian Fisher: American Soldier” the 2010 Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography
In the spring of 2007, The Denver Post invested heavily in a story despite having no idea where it would lead. Photojournalist Craig F. Walker followed a young man, 18-year-old Ian Fisher, as he finished high school and joined the Army at
the height of insurgent violence in Iraq. The intent was to tag along wherever his deployment led and chronicle his journey—for better or worse.
What emerged was a detailed sketch of a young man’s struggle with himself and the Army that would redefine him. With virtually unfettered access to Fisher at home and in uniform, Walker documented the civilian life that wouldn’t loosen its grip and the political realities of a war that, upon Fisher’s arrival, bore no resemblance to the violent conflict he both feared and craved.
The photographs captured the story of countless young men who find themselves moved to the military by some combination of patriotism and personal inertia. On an intensely personal landscape, it told of a boy struggling to become a man. The primary conflict that flared over the course of two years took place not on the streets of Baghdad or Fallujah, but within Ian Fisher.
Along the way, the series illustrates the Army’s recruitment struggles during an unpopular war. It looked at shifting strategies for training young soldiers for the “new Army” and the battle against boredom when combat readiness runs up against a mission that demands as much boots-on-the-ground political savvy as tactical competence.
But at the heart of Walker’s photography lay a coming-of-age story delivered with the kind of detail that comes only from close access over an extended period.
Whether sitting at the family’s kitchen table or hunkered in a Humvee, Walker blended into the background so seamlessly that Fisher, as well as his family, friends and fellow soldiers, acted and reacted with unselfconscious authenticity.
When Fisher spoke comfortingly with his father just before heading to boot camp, Walker was there. When he tried to wriggle out of his commitment just
48 hours into basic training, Walker captured his battle of wills with Army brass. Family conflicts over his drug abuse, contentious break-ups with girlfriends both at home and via Internet from a war zone, impulsive decisions to go AWOL—all of it was fair game, and all of it found its way into print.
The result was the powerful and transparent tale of one young man’s precarious struggle to transform his life. Yet it also surely reflects the difficulties thousands experience as they commit themselves, in a time of war, to a job and a lifestyle so far removed from anything they’ve experienced.
“American Soldier” is an intense photojournalism project that examines one soldier’s journey through a most introspective lens.
Since the Sept. 11, 2001, Denver Post staff photojournalist Craig F. Walker has covered some of the most important threads of the terror attacks in New York and Washington, D.C., fixing a compassionate lens on the men, women and children tangled then, and now, in the continuing story of geopolitical conflict. He chronicled the aftermath of the collapse of the World Trade Center towers in New York, the war in Afghanistan in 2001 and 2002, including the inauguration of Afghan President Hamid Karzai, and the deployment of American troops in Kuwait in 2003, and in Iraq in 2005 and 2009. Walker’s photo essay “Ian Fisher: American Soldier” was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for feature photography in 2010. It also earned the American Society of News Editors community photojournalism award, the Sidney Hillman Foundation prize for photojournalism, a Gold Medal from the Society of Newspaper Design and the grand prize in Editor & Publisher’s Photos of the Year competition. His portfolio received third place in POYi’s Newspaper Photographer of the Year category. In previous years, Walker has received awards from National Press Photographers Association’s Best of Photojournalism, National Headliner and UNICEF Photo of the Year. Walker came to the Post in 1998 from the Berkshire Eagle in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, where he chronicled the final seven months in the life of a single mother with AIDS. He graduated from Rhode Island School of Photography and began his career in Massachusetts, at the Marlborough Enterprise. Walker grew up in York, Pennsylvania.
Ian Fisher cradles his injured elbow during his processing into the Army in Fort Benning, Georgia, on June 20, 2007. Though he later had a change of heart after speaking with a commander, he saw a possibility to escape his enlistment only two days in. From his first day in fatigues through his days driving a Humvee in Iraq, military life often didn’t mesh with his expectations. Sometimes the structure of the Army and the demands of training for war clashed with the freedom he shared with his outside friends.
Ian returns a phone call to Sgt. 1st Class Gavino Barron, the commander at Ian’s Army recruiting office, on June 1, 2007. Barron was making sure Ian was on track for enlistment. When he was 17, Ian had joined the Army’s Future Solider Program, which prepares recruits for enlistment. Barron recalled his initial impressions of Ian: “He wasn’t in it for the money.
He was only in it for God and country. That’s the reason most infantrymen join.” Ian’s father, Eric Fisher, listens to the conversation. Eric returned from the Vietnam War with the Combat Infantryman Badge and emotional scars. Eric’s father had been awarded the Bronze Star for combat in World War II.
Hours after Ian’s family threw a goodbye bash for him with cake and ice cream on June 16, 2007, his friends gave him a party of a different type, with beer pong and affection from his
girlfriend Ashley Hibbs. It was a time of emotional goodbyes among friends as Ian prepared to refine his high school image of the rough-and-tumble teen fumbling for a grip on his future.
You got everything? Eric whispered. Yeah, Ian replied. The car pulled out, and Ian was gone. As soon as we saw him driving off, that’s when we realized how real it was, ‘Buddha’ said.
As Ian’s father, Eric, waits in the driveway with the recruiter who’s about to take Ian away to 14 weeks of basic training, Ian embraces friends Nick ‘Buddha’ Nelson, left, and Shane ‘Pineapple’ Doiel on June 17, 2007. Between hugs, Ian’s eyes welled with tears. Ian approached his father.
Fisher, second from right, waits for a medical exam with other recruits at the Denver Military Entrance Processing Station on June 18, 2007. They took the oath of enlistment and, later that day, Fisher would travel to Fort Benning, where his new life in the Army began. Over the next
three days, he filled out forms. He stood in formation. And he joined in the constant repetition of the Soldier’s Creed: “...I will always place the mission first; I will never accept defeat; I will never quit; I will never leave a fallen comrade...”
After three days of endless lines, little rest and second thoughts at processing, Fisher arrives June 22, 2007, at basic training and is introduced to his place in the military by drill sergeant David Vance. “We see who’s going to quit in that first hour,” says drill sergeant John Eldridge.
“This scared me more than anything ever has,” Fisher said of the jolting arrival at Fort Benning. He’d joined the Army to make a different life. Now that life was upon him. “I just keep telling myself to be happy,” Fisher said. “I’m already feeling like a different person.”
From left, recruits Rob-drick Robinson, Fisher and Christopher Wegner talk with Fisher’s bunkmate about his behavior June 23, 2007. He had been consistently causing problems, and the rest of the platoon was paying the price. Because of the culture of basic training, where all suffer for the faults of one, recruits often police their own ranks. Fisher said he worried that the pep talks for his bunkmate might not be enough but he wouldn’t be part of any physical
confrontation. “I told him I’d be there for him,” Fisher said. “But he just doesn’t seem to care.” The bunkmate, an 18-year old who had been in and out of jail in his hometown of Syracuse, N.Y. and joined the Army as a last resort, would be gone within eight weeks like one-fifth of Fisher’s 40-man platoon.
As his team prepares to clear and secure a room during a training drill, Fisher is the first man in a four-man stack. It’s Aug. 15, 2007, and Echo Company is deep into its Mission Oriented Urban Tactics exercises—three days focused on urban combat at Fort Benning. Drill sergeant Tommy
Beauchamp has a lot of first-hand experience to share with the troops about urban combat: He served a tour of duty in Afghanistan and two tours in Iraq, where the battlefield loomed more complex than in previous wars.
Following a long day - on top of a long week - and suffering from heat rash on his upper body, Fisher finds himself at his tent in Fort Benning, bowing his head in prayer Sept. 15, 2007. He explains later: “I’ve been praying that God takes this stuff off my back.” Basic training had given
him a cold, hard appraisal of his limitations. His ambitions had dissolved amid repeated and futile efforts to pass his physical-training test. Injuries had hindered his performance. Fisher did a reality check: Instead of excellence, he would settle for survival.
Fisher braces for his crossed-rifles pin, signifying his completion of training. Drill sergeant John Eldridge holds the pin in place and prepares to secure it with a fist. “I hit him square on the chest,” Eldridge said. “He had two holes, and blood dripping down from each - ‘blood rifles.’” Thirteen weeks of basic training had led Fisher to this—a 10-mile march through a series of
high-stress combat tests that ended at a place called Honor Hill. A sergeant closed the ceremony Sept. 17, 2007: “You are now the guardian of freedom and the American way of life! A warrior!”
During a weekend home from his first assignment at Fort Carson, Colorado, Ian walked through a Denver-area mall with his new girlfriend, Kayla Spitzlberger, on Dec. 15, 2007, and asked whether she wanted to go ring shopping. She was excited, but working out the financing made him nervous. They picked out the engagement ring in about five minutes, but Ian wouldn’t
officially propose until Christmas Day in front of her family. The couple had met in freshman math class but never really dated until now. She wrote to him during basic training and decided to give Ian a chance. The engagement would end before Valentine’s Day.
Ian survived basic training, but he faced a steep learning curve when it came to everyday Army life. Assigned to Fort Carson, just over an hour’s drive from his teenage stomping grounds in Colorado, he found himself pulled in two directions. The Army sought to prepare him for the rigors of deployment in Iraq. But on the home front, his weekend visits with friends reminded him of the carefree life he’d left behind. Again home for the weekend March 8, 2008, Ian sits at the table with his essentials: cellphone, energy drink, cigarettes and a bottle of Vicodin. After a
series of training injuries, Ian is taking pain medications and muscle relaxants. His father, Eric, expressed concern about the drugs. “I think you’re abusing them,” he said. “You keep taking those as recreational and you’re going to end up immune to them.” Ian dismissed it: “At least it’s not coke, Ecstasy, weed.... I’ve got like six, seven different medications now. They give it to you for a reason. I’m not going to just let them sit there.”
Fisher shows his frustration during a counseling session at Fort Carson with Sgt. 1st Class Joshua Weisensel on July 24, 2008. For a second time, Fisher had returned late from a weekend home. Now he had turned himself in for having a drug problem. In the days to follow, Fisher’s continued failure to cooperate put him in danger of getting kicked out of the Army. Instead, the
commander gave him another chance, assigning him to a new platoon. Punishment included extra duty, loss of pay and a reduction in rank from a private first class to private 1. But it was a fresh start.
The Rev. John H. Bell Jr. lays a hand on Ian during a baptism at Wellshire Presbyterian Church in Denver on July 13, 2008, Ian’s mother’s birthday. Teri Mercill said the greatest gift she could ask for was to see her son baptized before he deploys to Iraq. “It has given me a lot stronger
sense of peace letting him go on deployment,” she said. “I just feel like he has that little extra in his pocket to watch over him... He might have started out doing it for me, but I think he ended doing it for himself.”
Ian and his dad share some time at the PX at Fort Carson on Sept. 1, 2008, when his family dropped him off for deployment to Iraq. Eric, a Vietnam veteran, offers him advice only a soldier could give: “Basically I said two things to him. No. 1, I said, ‘I want you to be careful all the
time and trust your instincts.’ No. 2, I said, ‘If you’re going down, give ’em hell. Fire ’till your last breath.’ At that point he squeezed me, like, ‘I understand,’ you know? And we didn’t say anything else.”
Fisher pulls security detail Dec. 10, 2008, for a meeting between intelligence troops and local residents near the site of a recent rocket attack in Diwaniyah, Iraq. He’s excited to get selected for the task, and for the chance to finally wield his Squad Automatic Weapon in Iraq, three months into his deployment. Trained for combat and primed to fight, Fisher arrived in Iraq in September 2008 along with about 3,800 troops of the 2nd Brigade Combat Team. He had expectations for Iraq, and new ones for his life. Given a second chance after missteps at Fort Carson, field
commanders saw his potential as a soldier. But they remained wary of issues that had surfaced before he’d shipped out, when substance abuse and lapses of judgment got him demoted—and nearly got him booted from the military. Fisher plunged into his unit’s deployment with new resolve. But while he’d gone looking for a fight, he arrived at a time when the U.S. military role had been scaled back. Fisher adjusted to his role with the help of seasoned veterans.
Fisher rests on his bed with his 9mm while calling a girlfriend back home Dec. 7, 2008. A couple of weeks earlier, while communicating with friends on MySpace, he came to the realization that his on-again, off-again relationship with Kirsten Oliver was really over. “It’s one of those things,
man,” he said. “You can’t really let it hit you. Just continue with the mission... What the hell am I supposed to do?” Soon after, he began calling a former girlfriend. They talked about getting together when he returned stateside.
As Sgt. Lonnie Buthmann and Pvt. Rob-drick Robinson roughhouse, Fisher grabs a smoke Nov. 28, 2008. The Iraq of late 2008 is nothing like the Iraq that Ian envisioned upon enlisting. With violence down and U.S. troops giving more control to local forces, Fisher questioned his purpose. Instead of facing off with the enemy, U.S. troops were being asked to provide
transportation, react to events long after the fact and undertake mundane chores. But as the time passed, Fisher began to make sense of it: “Maybe it’s about learning to soldier up and do your job in life. Maybe that’s what a real soldier is.”
Ian and his new girlfriend, Devin Ervin, enjoy watching Nick ‘Buddha’ Nelson get a brass-knuckles tattoo March 14, 2009, in Lakewood, Colorado, Ian got a matching one earlier that day. The design includes an ‘N’ and an ‘F,’ for their last names. “He’s my best friend,” Ian says. The tattoo “represents all the trouble we have gotten into together.” The trio were inseparable
during Ian’s leave from his tour in Iraq. “We’re boyfriend and girlfriend,” Devin said later. “I don’t remember how that happened, but I think we just figured it out together, not really saying anything to each other. But it happened.”
On Aug. 24, 2009, three days after Ian’s return from Iraq, he and Devin applied for a marriage license at the Jefferson County, Colo., clerk’s office. The couple were married an hour later in a quiet courtroom. They were eager to get married immediately. Driving away, Ian turned down
the music. “Ya know, everyone gets counseled in Iraq that life is not going to be like your fantasy when you get back home,” he said. “...Well, I’m checking this off my fantasy list.”