the photographer flopped down to street level , lying prone , snapsnapsnap , capturing the dying slump and fall of a marine , the tortured disbelief on his face , the arms clutched about his red-weeping throat , then snapsnapsnap as his buddy knelt in the street beside him to draw bead on the insurgent , crackcrackcrack ... crackcrack : the keffiyeh jerked and was stained pink .