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I had arrived here in Baghdad naively expecting that as an antidote to their isolation from Iraqi society, journalists might have kept up something of a fraternity among themselves. Although occasionally a Viet Cong might throw a hand grenade into a bar, the war essentially was happening outside the city. When I was covering the war in Indochina, journalists went out into the field, even into combat, knowing that we would ultimately be able to return to Saigon, Phnom Penh, or Vientiane where we could meet with local friends or go out to a restaurant for dinner with colleagues.

In recent history, there have been few wars more difficult to report on than the war in Iraq today.