War exacts a toll on everything. Everything.
As Bertrand Russell said, "War does not determine who is right - only who is left." This applies to everything from the people and their hope, the wildlife that is annihilated, to the infrastructure that crumbles to dust. Nothing of much survives intact.
It was never my plan to photograph any of this, it was my plan to express the true human condition that along with its evil, can extol the best of virtues. There is a well-known photograph taken by Simon Norfolk of a collapsed building on the Darul Aman Road in Kabul. That building was at the end of my street, I passed it every day and every day I was reminded of that photograph - so much so that I could never bring myself to shoot it.
But along the way I would photograph some of these things, more by happenstance than by design. From burned out Soviet tanks torched in a final retreat, to mud walls pitted with the scars of the AK47. This was never meant to be a portfolio, but in piecing it together it shows that twenty years on, the scars still remain.