Pierce then asked if I would like him to throw the portrait away. I almost said yes, but then I stood and crossed the room, opening the armoire holding boxes of his work. Tipping the lid of the one entitled AFGHANISTAN 1880, I slipped the photograph inside. There has been a price paid, and it would be a shame if the full toll were left unaccounted. It’s not only the faces on the battlefield that tell the story of war.
