By EMILIO MORENATTI
When I last saw Freddie de los Santos, his mouth was ravaged, his teeth had been blown away by the same blast that took his leg. And yet, he always smiled.
The year was 2009. We were both being treated at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center; I too had lost a leg in southern Afghanistan. We spent months together, the soldier and the photographer, and he would tell me of his exhaustion, his trauma and his nightmares.
A dozen years later, Freddie has a new life. He is a Paralympian, one of several American soldiers who rebounded from horrendous injuries in Iraq and Afghanistan to compete in the Tokyo games. And I have resumed my career with a camera, traveling the world, telling stories.
At times I think I would give it all away — my life’s work, the prizes and recognition, including the Pulitzer I was awarded this year, just to walk on my own two legs again. But I also realize the role my disability has played in shaping who I am today.
And I wonder: Can disability actually give us more than it has taken?
I wanted to share these reflections with those soldiers wounded in combat, to speak amputee to amputee about the capabilities we have come to possess despite our disabilities. And so I crossed the United States to talk with five Paralympians.
I would not have the intimate conversation I was looking for with triathlete Melissa Stockwell, the kind shared only between two people who were both missing a limb; we connected mostly as parents, trying their best to raise their kids.
When sprinter Luis Puertas and I spoke of his life before an IED in Iraq which took both of his legs, he preferred to bury the past and to look ahead to the challenges life has yet to throw at him, “I like to be by myself, I want to be by myself” he told me again and again.
Cyclist Tom Davis assured me that his injuries changed his life and that of his family for the better — he’s a better person, a better husband and father, all because of the ambush which cost him his leg. He wouldn’t give any of it up for the opportunity to walk again, he said.
Freddie De Los Santos feels differently. Now when he smiles his mouth opens up to a beautiful set of fake teeth; he has the physique of an athlete and he moves with ease. But he said he would burn everything he has — his home, his race bike, his paintings, the new Tesla he just bought — to get his leg back and leave behind the ghosts of a war that haunt him day and night.
Unlike the others, unlike me, swimmer Brad Snyder lost not a limb but his eyes. I had never photographed a story about a blind person before, and I decided to deactivate the silent mode of my camera so he was conscious of each photograph I made with the click of the shutter. My lenses focus on the retinas of my subjects; Brad has no retinas, so until I turned off the feature the camera often focused on the eyes of his guide dog, Timber.
Brad told me that before he lost his sight, he wanted to be a nobody, anonymous to the world like so many other people, to ride his motorcycle along the Pacific Coast away from his experiences in Afghanistan and toward a normal life with a normal job.
I turned off the lights in the kitchen we were sitting in without him noticing and for a short few moments Brad and I were speaking together in the darkness of his world.
I thought: We are, all of us, unlucky. But we are also blessed to have received treatments that allowed us to go on with our lives. There are untold numbers of Afghans who were similarly maimed and were not so fortunate.
And I thought: Yes, we would have been happy living anonymous lives. But because of that single accident of fate, our lives were turned upside down and we were set on different paths to become different people. We died that day, if only for a few seconds, and amid the grueling chaos of war we found peace and perhaps even happiness in death. We were brought back to lives not of our choosing, lives with disability as our constant companion.
Each of us must come to our own conclusions. But I look at my life, and I am happy.
AP Photographer Emilio Morenatti stands for a portrait at the 2020 Tokyo Paralympics, Saturday, Sept. 4, 2021, in Tokyo, Japan.
Tom Davis takes a break during his riding session as part of his daily training in Fremont, Ind., Tuesday, Aug. 17, 2021.
Photos: (Top) Luis Puertas carries his prosthetic blades as he arrives at the airport in Orlando, Fla., on Monday, Aug. 9, 2021, before flying to Tokyo to take part in the Paralympics. Puertas, 34, lost both his legs in September 2006 as he patrolled a crowded Baghdad neighborhood. His legs were severed when a massive IED blasted through his armored vehicle. (AP Photo/Emilio Morenatti). (Bottom) Melissa Stockwell sits on the edge of a pool at a sports complex during her daily training in Colorado Springs, Colo., on Friday, Aug. 6, 2021. “I’m not saying it’s all unicorns and rainbows every day all day,” she said. But “I accepted the loss of my leg early on, and that acceptance propelled me.” (AP Photo/Emilio Morenatti)