War Junkies

"I was covering Bobby kennedy at the Ambassador Hotel June 6th, 1968 when he was shot and killed. The nation was stunned, and the news agencies were primed for an escalation in the Vietnam War. Young, eager and with a family to feed, I was sent to my first foreign assignment at the network's post in Saigon. A few hours after having arrived, I found myself falling out of a helicopter at Firebase Cunningham - in the middle of a vicious firefight between U.S. and the enemy, NVA forces, cracking my tooth in two in the process, and dropping into a fox hole nearly being bayoneted by a U.S. infantryman. I thought it noble to seek out the truth and report it, but the truth became more of a convoluted moving target, ever-evolving, ever-changing, ever, not-being what it was supposed to be. It took me places where I thought I was going to die, places I thought didn't exist in this world - but do".