Combat cameras — when we had trundled down to the banks of the Euphrates to witness a baptism, waded into the river up to our hips, praying we wouldn’t trip or stumble, we weren’t the only camera there. Click click, click. The same sound troops hear at their backs on missions and in trainings. I thought of their service and the risks they take when we stopped into the museum of the Cranbrook Art Academy. There, tucked in the display of works by alumni, a small section highlighted the work of some who had served as combat artists in World War 2. The glare was such that I had to stand way to one side so I am not doing justice with these snapshots to the efforts of men who, like our combat cameras today, sought to capture some of the truth about humans in battle.