And then that moment comes. You come back home; you slowly and carefully remove the camera from the protective box and find a roll of film. You load it with care, but without doubt, like you did hundreds of times before; like a soldier cleaning and reloading his rifle. You carefully take one photo. You could pretend it is to test the camera’s operation; or that it’s to record the memory of your immediate surroundings.
Truth is, you love that sound.
It’s a sound that - no matter where you are - makes you feel at ease immediately.
The moment you click the shutter, you’re on the battlefield. Your battlefield. And would scare you to death - except that you’ve been there: not once, not twice, but thousands, literally thousands of times.