Even beyond photojournalism, the symmetry of the figures, the harsh black and whites, the shinny rifles and their solemn almost hidden faces speak so loud of silent violence
Years ago I remember seeing truckloads of black-helmeted, grim-faced soldiers rumbling through out-of-the way Central American towns -- and thinking "God have mercy on whomever you Angels of death encounter..." Fortunately, the situation appears to have changed.