Don McCullin started taking imagery when he was in his youth this began with documenting the area in which he lived in, in Finsbury Park, London. Here he focused on the behavior of his friends and people of whom he knew. This was mainly of violent behavior which included the murder of a police officer. Until his photography led him on to become a photographer for the observer newspaper and that led him to documenting the war. A chance seen as being one to take but at the same time he questioned if he was ready. From this he documented many wars including the Bolivian War.
When he did get out into the war he soon questioned himself over what was right and wrong and where his morals lay. Focusing mainly on whether he should document what is happening or help. If he documents a person dies, if he helps the actions carry on. To keep himself morally happy he did at times help people instead of document. This was to give him peace of mind as he was documenting peoples deaths.
Over time he changed his angle to look at how he saw the events as it started out, trying to capture the unique angle. He witnessed a public hanging of two people seeing it as a spectators sport. Realising the behavior of the people fighting, he changed to documenting that behavior so to show that the propaganda view of was being the right option was in fact false and that in some cases the nationals of different colour skin were being tortured over it.
Throughout the time McCullin has been injured physically from being shot, but most of all mentally to saying “even my darkroom is a haunted place” playing music so to relax him as the room reminds him of the past events. Even though he has a sense of duty and believes in his actions. He still questions though “do I have the right to take pictures of that mans murder?”