The time was Christmas Day minus two, 1944; the place, five miles from Bastogne. The swart, short-legged photographer got out of his jeep, climbed an embankment and fired away with his long-lens Contax at some G.I.s advancing across a snow-covered field. Suddenly one yelled and leveled a Tommy gun at him.
Hungarian-born Robert Capa, a friendly enemy alien, was in a tough spot. Hopefully, he yelled back, "Take it easy!" but the trigger-happy G.I., hearing his guttural accent, began to shoot. There was only one thing to do.
"I threw my hands high in...
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