When I graduated from college, I planned on being the next Diane Sawyer. My hubris took me to a small television station down south where I was a general assignment reporter until one day when the military reporter, Mark Dent, up and quit. I volunteered to fill in. That was 1997, long before The Longest War began.
I chose my boxy cobalt blue Kasper suit and sped off to the base, checked in with the public affairs officer, and met Capt. Peter Blake.