I remember as a child begging my father to tell me about the war, which in his case meant the Second World War. He told me something that I have never entirely understood: that to be killed was something that did not frighten him, but to be wounded, terrified him. I'm reminded of this because of an article I just read from a reporter who was embedded during this latest war against Iraq. He had been a Marine in the first Gulf War and that experience pushed him in the direction of becoming a reporter.
What is interesting about his story, is not just how involved he was in a particular battle where American troops ending up attacking other American troops as well as Iraqis, but that after coming home and beginning the process of readjusting to being home again, he failed, and took his own life yesterday. I have included two reports of his death because the obituary in the newspaper he wrote for does not mention the cause of death.
Thanks to Romenesko for the heads up.
Posted by Alan at 04.02.04 00:58