By far my most perilous assignment was covering a tank car explosion.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In this situation I was constantly exposed to danger and death.
In crises the most daring course is often safest.
The environment in which I studied was so safe, I thought I would die from the boredom of it.
With each assignment, I weigh the looming possibility of being killed, and I chastise myself for allowing fear to hinder me. War photographers aren't supposed to get scared.
My challenge was even greater as a journalist, because this was happening in my own backyard.
When I was a general assignment reporter early in my career, I was the one knocking on their door after a tragedy.
My job was to produce plutonium that was used for atomic bomb.
On my job I end up jumping out of planes. Last week I got in an 18-wheeler and drove down a runway onto a skid track. The week before that they put me in a car and sunk me to the bottom of a lake to see if I could escape without an oxygen tank.
My plan was to land in Red Square, but there were too many people and I thought I'd cause casualties.
The responsibility of commanding the invasion fell to me, and the task was assigned to my Army Group.