This book, I randomly pick it up while I was hunting for a fiction novel(the best if i could find something like 'Da vinci code',sigh..), a series of stories by the soldiers who holding no weapon in the wars and run right onto the spot where the disasters taken place, the ABC's foreign correspondents' journals; of those who have no preparation, no self-defence and ability to change the fact when it was totally happenned in front of him.
These stories is uniquely real as most what they experience is never been told.
When the camera and recording equipment are swicthed off, what are the conditions these armless undercovers find theyselves? They might came and went unobserved, they might have been waked and placed at nowhere, against a tree as they were needed, these bunch of people are the first hand to know and the only audience who observe the dark side of humanity and the aftermath traumas with their eyes. And they were often operating in the most extreme and difficult environments to bring back the story. They rush to the scenes most people run from..
Let's say, what could be more dramatically than the death in the Northern Iraq in 2003 of Paul Moran, the victim of a terrorist attack as he went back to catch that one last, great image?
Anyway, not all stories are gloomy, some bring back the talk of excitements, of tingling sense of anticipation as the story of Mark Corcoran, the derring-do of the mercenary who flied him at 270 kilometres an hour over the jungle just metres above the treetops because 'it makes it harder for them to hit us with a missile'.
Though this book is not as poetically written as the long thick novel, there's just something to catch in eyes.
Whatever the thickness of the air and the smell of the smut and cinders fell constantly from the sky, they just like to stand there.
It's not a matter of courage, nor of adventure lust. It's both what they love to do and it's their job to do. I hope I'm thinking the same thing.
These stories is uniquely real as most what they experience is never been told.
When the camera and recording equipment are swicthed off, what are the conditions these armless undercovers find theyselves? They might came and went unobserved, they might have been waked and placed at nowhere, against a tree as they were needed, these bunch of people are the first hand to know and the only audience who observe the dark side of humanity and the aftermath traumas with their eyes. And they were often operating in the most extreme and difficult environments to bring back the story. They rush to the scenes most people run from..
Let's say, what could be more dramatically than the death in the Northern Iraq in 2003 of Paul Moran, the victim of a terrorist attack as he went back to catch that one last, great image?
Anyway, not all stories are gloomy, some bring back the talk of excitements, of tingling sense of anticipation as the story of Mark Corcoran, the derring-do of the mercenary who flied him at 270 kilometres an hour over the jungle just metres above the treetops because 'it makes it harder for them to hit us with a missile'.
Though this book is not as poetically written as the long thick novel, there's just something to catch in eyes.
Whatever the thickness of the air and the smell of the smut and cinders fell constantly from the sky, they just like to stand there.
It's not a matter of courage, nor of adventure lust. It's both what they love to do and it's their job to do. I hope I'm thinking the same thing.
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