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Soldiers and citizens in Iraq.

Soldiers and citizens move through northern Iraq in 2003.

Photograph by Yunghi Kim

Yunghi Kim

for National Geographic News

Published March 22, 2013

Part of our First Person series, where we invite writers to share personal stories.

Ten years ago, at the start of the war in Iraq, I left Turkey and walked for four nights, through monsoon-like rains, into Iraq. I was on assignment for TIME.

There was a small group of photographers camped out on the Turkish border with northern Iraq, in the small towns of Cizre and Silopi. I thought entering Iraq would be a cakewalk: All I needed to do was follow the U.S. troops as they made their second push into Iraq, this time from Turkey. (Read "Iraq War Medicine" in National Geographic magazine.)

I thought wrong.

At the last minute, Turkey decided not to let the United States use its land as a staging area, so there'd be no U.S. troops to follow. Northern Iraq was only 3.7 miles (6 kilometers) away, but the situation was fluid and impossible to read. The other photographers and I had been in Turkey for a few weeks, trying to position to cover the war. Now we scrambled to try to come up with a plan.

Taking the Alternate Route

Everything that our group tried, from being smuggled in a potato truck to hiring a Turkish driver with political connections, was unproductive and ate up precious time in the face of fast-moving events.

Then, fearful of a rapid influx of Kurdish refugees, the Turks closed the border. I could see Iraq, but getting there was becoming physically impossible. The only way to cross the border would be illegal, and on foot.

The direct route, across the Tigris River, was too heavily fortified by Turkish soldiers to be practical. We'd have to take an alternate route, through Syria, which meant we'd now have to cross the Tigris twice, as well as a couple more country borders.

The author in a safe house in Syria during her border crossing.


Yunghi Kim in a safe house.

Photograph by Peter Dejong

It was either this or go home. But there was no way I was going to miss covering the biggest war in my lifetime. (Watch a National Geographic video: "Saving Lives on the Front Lines.")

Then I got a call from a photojournalist named Chris Hondros, who'd hired a couple of locals to get him across the Tigris directly into northern Iraq. They'd left him in the river's muddy banks at the first sign of trouble. I had no idea where he was. All I could do was erase his texts in case I got questioned by Turkish authorities.

Eventually, the guys he hired fetched him back. He was unharmed, but so frustrated (and muddy) that he went to Kuwait to cover the war from there. Hondros would be killed covering the Libyan civil war in 2011.

Traveling Light

Another team, with CNN, had twice tried to cross the Tigris. On their first attempt the swift flow of the river separated them from their gear. On the second, that team took the longer, indirect route through Syria. Not only did they make it into Iraq, but somehow they managed to retrieve their TV gear on the other side.

The Turkish authorities didn't know what to make of a bunch of journalists gathered on the border, so they watched us closely. It's a Kurdish area, so they keep a close eye on it anyway, but you could always spot the government spies by their use of English and the nice cars they drove.

A colleague and I decided to ditch pretty much everything, leave it behind at the hotel. I carried only two lenses, two camera bodies, a broadband global area network (BGAN) satellite phone, and my computer. Everything went into double plastic bags to protect it from the rain. No extra clothes or anything. Whatever we needed we'd buy on the other side.

We traveled only at night. We spent the day in safe houses in Syria. It was supposed to be a two-day trip, but the rains turned it into a sloppy and miserable slog. We first crossed the Tigris from Turkey to Syria.

The deep mud was treacherous, like something out of a movie. We tiptoed past both Syrian and Turkish guard posts, rolling through the mud at night and hiding in the day.

Getting Close

On our second night we were close to Iraq. We needed only to slip past a few more Syrian border posts and cross the river to get there. Then a thunderstorm hit. Every time the lighting struck the whole area would light up.

Passing by small villages was hazardous. I was worried someone would come out to see why the dogs were barking and discover us. Every approaching car would force us to dive into the nearest water-filled ditch. It didn't matter, we just had to hide.

We couldn't talk to our guides, as we shared no common language, so we got on a satellite phone and made a call back to Turkey, to a local guide who arranged the crossing. The guides decided we had to make the long, muddy walk back our last safe house and try again. The lighting made it too easy for us to be spotted.

That was probably the worst part of the trip, being so close and having to make the grueling walk back.

We rested for a day. The rain stopped. The last leg, walking to the river and trying to cross again, seemed manageable. From the Syrian side, the river looked narrow and Iraq seemed close. It looked easy, but it was anything but. The water was ice cold, and the river was mighty wide.

Our smuggler's boat looked like something you'd see kids using in a backyard pool. Like something you'd pick up at Toys"R"Us. Instead of kids, there were four of us adults kneeling and squashed together, using a stick with a piece of plywood nailed to it as a paddle.

The river suddenly seemed much wider. About halfway across tracer bullets and other assorted gunfire started bouncing around us. I started to panic. We had three likely and unpleasant outcomes: death by hypothermia, drowning, or bullet.

No Regrets

At this point, most of the world went into slow motion. Everything except the river's current and the bullets. (See "Inside the Iraq War" on the National Geographic Channel.)

We couldn't move fast enough and the river wouldn't let us get to where we needed to go. We missed our intended landing point and were forced to abandon our boat in waist-deep water and wade the rest of the way into Iraq.

We needed to make our way to the Northern Iraqi police station and safety, but we didn't know how they would receive us. Thankfully, they welcomed us. The Kurdish police were happy to see foreign journalists in their country after living under Saddam Hussein's oppression for so many years.

I showed my passport, filled out a little paperwork, dried my clothes, caught a little sleep, and was on my way to Erbil, the Kurdish region's capital, in the morning. I stayed in Iraq for a month, photographing Kurds trying to secure the oil-rich city of Kirkuk and American forces trying to secure Mosul.

Would I do it again? Probably not. Do I regret it? Not for a second. As a photojournalist, I wanted to record history. At least I knew I gave it my best. If I didn't, I would have had to answer to myself.

Photographer Yunghi Kim has covered stories around the world for 30 years, from Iraq to Somalia to her native South Korea. She's a special contributor to Contact Press Images.

Abdulla Balack
Abdulla Balack

would you like to visit northern-Iraq again?  

Sirajul Islam
Sirajul Islam

Good storytelling, Yunghi! I clicked to read something different...Anyway, you just told how you get into Iraq via Turkey and Syria crossing the Tigris ..not more on what did you see there, or about the war...Journalists, and esp. photojournalists, so far I guess, have informed choice of getting into risky behaviour. Well, I like your storytelling.  


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