Being a war correspondent is glamorous and exciting, high up on the list of any aspiring young journalist. But it is also extremely dangerous under any circumstance but especially when those practicing it are pretty much on their own without the proper support or guidance.
Photojournalist James Foley fit into that category and tragically paid the highest of prices, leaving us all worse off because of it. There is little heroism in that, just sadness and outrage at the forces of evil who took his young life. One can only hope his death might serve as a caution to those who would rush off in the future with reckless abandon and a misguided notion that Valhalla awaits if it goes wrong.
Over the years that I sent a number of young men and women into war zones, I did so with this admonition.