Frances Fitzgerald

I didn't know what to do.

I reported some of it, but just not the really gruesome details.

Why did you leave the most gruesome details out, do you think?

Well, because I felt that it wouldn't be credible, really.

I didn't have an organization behind me.

Everybody had this internal sensor, which sort of said, you know, how far can I go with this?

Well, it's probably to do the first, but at the expense of not having it printed at all.

To one people, the war would appear each day, compressed between advertisements and confined to a small space in the living room.

The explosion of bombs and the cries of the wounded would become the background accompaniment to dinner.

For the other people, the war would come one day out of a clear blue sky.

In a few minutes it would be over.

The bombs, released by an invisible pilot with incomprehensible intentions, would leave only the debris and the dead behind.