Its your job to keep the film tins. Go and get them. Twenty terrifying minutes later I reappeared from the undergrowth with the two film tins. We missed the lunchtime bulletin but did make the evening news. It was a hard but invaluable lesson.
Television is nothing without pictures.
That sounds pretty obvious. What a far cry from those days of film and overnight flights to London and being in the bar in time for happy hour. 18 hours of almost non stop live coverage using five correspondents, three uplinks and half a dozen satellite phones. Looking back on it I have to say, even though I was in the forefront as the pool correspondent with the armored spearhead force, that it was quite brilliant coverage. A war live on television.