I felt air escaping and then the heat. Then quickly the billowing smoke spread over our car window. We were close to a blast. My fixer issued me to get out quickly, a second barrel bomb would be coming.

It was close to breaking fast in the crowded market. People haggled over prices of watermelons and food to take home to their families. It wasn’t the time to be worrying, it was meant to be a time to celebrate but within moment all this changed. The government indiscriminately dropped a bomb on a populated area of the liberated area of Aleppo.

It was a massacre, over tens of bodies had been found dead, many wounded. The smoke was clearing and the ambulances were on their way. We heard the second bomb go off into the distance and it gave a good message that we could work.

Over a hundred people scrambled carrying bodies, some wounded most dead and moved the debris cursing the Syrian government and calling out in Allah’s name for the misery to end.

I quickly photographed and then headed to the next site of the second barrel bomb. It was by a building in a quiet street ripping apart the foundation walls and the windows of what seem to be a sport complex. Young men covered in blood in karate uniforms stained with blood emerged, their faces confused and shocked trying to make sense of what just happened before.

Men with white helmets moved swiftly into the building helping to bring out the wounded. The building seemed on the verge of collapse but the men moved swiftly, organised.

The White Helmets as they are known work 24/7 everyday saving lives. Most never had proper medic training just the willingness to be organised and go into danger knowing the risks. As the building began to buckle, part of a wall crumbled in covering them in dust but they kept on pursuing till all could be accounted for. 

And as quickly as they came, they went bring the wounded to underground hospitals to help treat the wounded.
https://www.whitehelmets.org/ I felt air escaping and then the heat. Then quickly the billowing smoke spread over our car window. We were close to a blast. My fixer issued me to get out quickly, a second barrel bomb would be coming.

It was close to breaking fast in the crowded market. People haggled over prices of watermelons and food to take home to their families. It wasn’t the time to be worrying, it was meant to be a time to celebrate but within moment all this changed. The government indiscriminately dropped a bomb on a populated area of the liberated area of Aleppo.

It was a massacre, over tens of bodies had been found dead, many wounded. The smoke was clearing and the ambulances were on their way. We heard the second bomb go off into the distance and it gave a good message that we could work.

Over a hundred people scrambled carrying bodies, some wounded most dead and moved the debris cursing the Syrian government and calling out in Allah’s name for the misery to end.

I quickly photographed and then headed to the next site of the second barrel bomb. It was by a building in a quiet street ripping apart the foundation walls and the windows of what seem to be a sport complex. Young men covered in blood in karate uniforms stained with blood emerged, their faces confused and shocked trying to make sense of what just happened before.

Men with white helmets moved swiftly into the building helping to bring out the wounded. The building seemed on the verge of collapse but the men moved swiftly, organised.

The White Helmets as they are known work 24/7 everyday saving lives. Most never had proper medic training just the willingness to be organised and go into danger knowing the risks. As the building began to buckle, part of a wall crumbled in covering them in dust but they kept on pursuing till all could be accounted for. 

And as quickly as they came, they went bring the wounded to underground hospitals to help treat the wounded.
https://www.whitehelmets.org/ I felt air escaping and then the heat. Then quickly the billowing smoke spread over our car window. We were close to a blast. My fixer issued me to get out quickly, a second barrel bomb would be coming.

It was close to breaking fast in the crowded market. People haggled over prices of watermelons and food to take home to their families. It wasn’t the time to be worrying, it was meant to be a time to celebrate but within moment all this changed. The government indiscriminately dropped a bomb on a populated area of the liberated area of Aleppo.

It was a massacre, over tens of bodies had been found dead, many wounded. The smoke was clearing and the ambulances were on their way. We heard the second bomb go off into the distance and it gave a good message that we could work.

Over a hundred people scrambled carrying bodies, some wounded most dead and moved the debris cursing the Syrian government and calling out in Allah’s name for the misery to end.

I quickly photographed and then headed to the next site of the second barrel bomb. It was by a building in a quiet street ripping apart the foundation walls and the windows of what seem to be a sport complex. Young men covered in blood in karate uniforms stained with blood emerged, their faces confused and shocked trying to make sense of what just happened before.

Men with white helmets moved swiftly into the building helping to bring out the wounded. The building seemed on the verge of collapse but the men moved swiftly, organised.

The White Helmets as they are known work 24/7 everyday saving lives. Most never had proper medic training just the willingness to be organised and go into danger knowing the risks. As the building began to buckle, part of a wall crumbled in covering them in dust but they kept on pursuing till all could be accounted for. 

And as quickly as they came, they went bring the wounded to underground hospitals to help treat the wounded.
https://www.whitehelmets.org/ I felt air escaping and then the heat. Then quickly the billowing smoke spread over our car window. We were close to a blast. My fixer issued me to get out quickly, a second barrel bomb would be coming.

It was close to breaking fast in the crowded market. People haggled over prices of watermelons and food to take home to their families. It wasn’t the time to be worrying, it was meant to be a time to celebrate but within moment all this changed. The government indiscriminately dropped a bomb on a populated area of the liberated area of Aleppo.

It was a massacre, over tens of bodies had been found dead, many wounded. The smoke was clearing and the ambulances were on their way. We heard the second bomb go off into the distance and it gave a good message that we could work.

Over a hundred people scrambled carrying bodies, some wounded most dead and moved the debris cursing the Syrian government and calling out in Allah’s name for the misery to end.

I quickly photographed and then headed to the next site of the second barrel bomb. It was by a building in a quiet street ripping apart the foundation walls and the windows of what seem to be a sport complex. Young men covered in blood in karate uniforms stained with blood emerged, their faces confused and shocked trying to make sense of what just happened before.

Men with white helmets moved swiftly into the building helping to bring out the wounded. The building seemed on the verge of collapse but the men moved swiftly, organised.

The White Helmets as they are known work 24/7 everyday saving lives. Most never had proper medic training just the willingness to be organised and go into danger knowing the risks. As the building began to buckle, part of a wall crumbled in covering them in dust but they kept on pursuing till all could be accounted for. 

And as quickly as they came, they went bring the wounded to underground hospitals to help treat the wounded.
https://www.whitehelmets.org/

I felt air escaping and then the heat. Then quickly the billowing smoke spread over our car window. We were close to a blast. My fixer issued me to get out quickly, a second barrel bomb would be coming.

It was close to breaking fast in the crowded market. People haggled over prices of watermelons and food to take home to their families. It wasn’t the time to be worrying, it was meant to be a time to celebrate but within moment all this changed. The government indiscriminately dropped a bomb on a populated area of the liberated area of Aleppo.

It was a massacre, over tens of bodies had been found dead, many wounded. The smoke was clearing and the ambulances were on their way. We heard the second bomb go off into the distance and it gave a good message that we could work.

Over a hundred people scrambled carrying bodies, some wounded most dead and moved the debris cursing the Syrian government and calling out in Allah’s name for the misery to end.

I quickly photographed and then headed to the next site of the second barrel bomb. It was by a building in a quiet street ripping apart the foundation walls and the windows of what seem to be a sport complex. Young men covered in blood in karate uniforms stained with blood emerged, their faces confused and shocked trying to make sense of what just happened before.

Men with white helmets moved swiftly into the building helping to bring out the wounded. The building seemed on the verge of collapse but the men moved swiftly, organised.

The White Helmets as they are known work 24/7 everyday saving lives. Most never had proper medic training just the willingness to be organised and go into danger knowing the risks. As the building began to buckle, part of a wall crumbled in covering them in dust but they kept on pursuing till all could be accounted for. 

And as quickly as they came, they went bring the wounded to underground hospitals to help treat the wounded.

https://www.whitehelmets.org/

The New Macho

He cleans up after himself. He cleans up the planet. He is a role model for young men. He is rigorously honest and fiercely optimistic.

He holds himself accountable. He knows what he feels. He knows how to cry and he lets it go. He knows how to rage without hurting others. He knows how to fear and how to keep moving. He seeks self-mastery.

He has let go of childish shame. He feels guilty when he’s done something wrong. He is kind to men, kind to women, kind to children. He teaches others how to be kind. He says he’s sorry.

He stopped blaming women or his parents or men for his pain years ago. He stopped letting his defenses ruin his relationships. He stopped letting his penis run his life. He has enough self-respect to tell the truth. He creates intimacy and trust with his actions. He has men that he trusts and that he turns to for support. He knows how to roll with it. He knows how to make it happen. He is disciplined when he needs to be. He is flexible when he needs to be. He knows how to listen from the core of his being.

He’s not afraid to get dirty. He’s ready to confront his own limitations. He has high expectations for himself and for those he connects with. He looks for ways to serve others. He knows he is an individual. He knows that we are all one. He knows he is an animal and a part of nature. He knows his spirit and his connection to something greater.

He knows that the future generations are watching his actions. He builds communities where people are respected and valued. He takes responsibility for himself and is also willing to be his brother’s keeper.

He knows his higher purpose. He loves with fierceness. He laughs with abandon, because he gets the joke.

This is the Mature Masculine – the New Warrior – a re-definition of masculinity for the 21st century. By no means is this list complete.

Boysen Hodgson

Early morning hike up the hill at Bamyan, Afghanistan by Jake Simkin on EyeEm

Bandi Amir by Jake Simkin on EyeEm

Back in the Silk Road hotel by Jake Simkin on EyeEm

The Afghan National Army guarding Darul Aman palace take a short break to play volleyball as the sun sets on Kabul.

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