I Do Not Make Stories Up, Full

The Sheer Violence Of It, The Howl Of Air Raid Sirens And The Air-cutting Fall Of The Missiles Carried Its Own Political Message; Not Just To President Saddam But To The Rest Of The World. We Are The Superpower, Those Explosions Said Last Night. This Is How We Do Business.

I Don't Like The Definition 'war Correspondent'. It Is History, Not Journalism, That Has Condemned The Middle East To War. I Think 'war Correspondent' Smells A Bit, Reeks Of False Romanticism: It Has Too Much Of The Whiff Of Victorian Reporters Who Would View Battles From Hilltops In The Company Of Ladies, Immune To Suffering, Only Occasionally Glancing Towards The Distant Pop-pop Of Cannon Fire.

When I Saw The Pictures Of New York Without The World Trade Center, New York Looked Like A Shadow Of Itself.

The Word 'democracy' And The Name Of Assad Do Not Blend Very Well In Much Of Syria.

It's A Journalist's Job To Be A Witness To History. We're Not There To Worry About Ourselves. We're There To Try And Get As Near As We Can, In An Imperfect World, To The Truth And Get The Truth Out.