I became a war photographer at the age of only 15, I was quite tall for my age so I did pretty much everything a 18 year old does at my age, when I was about 10 I wanted to do an extravagant job like Soldier, a member of the navy or a football player. But when I heard about the opportunity to find a job job what was very close to the front line but yet so far I threw myself to the interviews. About a week later I recieved an email from the company telling me I’ll start tomorrow, but only the Lord himself knew what was going to happen, there were more deaths than I ever could of imagined. The first image I captured through the lense of that death riddled camera will haunt me forever, it was a man who had been washed away with the times and a face like the lady on the famous Mona Lisa picture. When I went home to sleep after about a week and a half after starting only two thoughts raced through my mind, they were either stay or go. I decided to stay on for another week but the job never changed…but then the news about the assignation of the man himself Adolf Hitler, and when they wanted a photographer to go along I didn’t even blink twice. I wanted to be the most famous photographer in the world war. And on the 5th of May 1945 the day before I potentially took a photo of the most hated man dead and I just couldn’t sleep. The day had come where I had to take the most famous snapshot had come and I was feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement I think the nerves came from the high risk of death and the excitement came from the potential fame and money that could come out of this. At 07:53 I had a pigeon fly through my window with a note attached to the foot that said “I will get you”, I  had no idea who the note was from and what the note meant. About 45 minutes later I had a knock on the door and it was a man in an all black suit with a briefcase and inside that briefcase was the most modern and expensive camera to date, and there was another note that said the assignation will take place at 22:56 at the Auschwitz concentration camp in Poland. This meant that I had to take a 3 hour flight to Poland and then get ready for the biggest moment of my life. So that’s what I did. At 16:38 I landed in Poland and I had a 65 minute drive to the secret location. I then set up the camera and ate what could be my last ever Cadbury’s chocolate. I then got into a car that was identical to Hitlers security car and set off, at one stage I was only one car off of Hitler. After about 15 minutes we was at Auschwitz and with me being a fluent German speaker I was told to talk to head security about where I will go and I was assigned to the roof of the camp. I had my microphone down my trousers and started to climb the ladder of death. When my crew saw j was up they sent me a message that said “50 seconds until take down”. I had adrenaline running through me, after 51 seconds I heard “he’s down” and I got probably the best picture possible. After Hitlers realised he was dead they started to smile and cheer and suddenly thousands of Jewish people were running for their lives. Once I was reunited with my team we made a bold decision to go up to his security and tell them that “we have won the war”, as I said I have the most modern camera and I managed to get a 2 minute video of when we won the war. We later went back to the guards house for tea and biscuits. And once I returned I was one of the most spoked about people in the whole of U.K.