Riding in a news van on the way to where the news is happening can be a tense experience. Several times, the driver had to pull off the street onto the sidewalks, dodging signs and parking meters. The traffic was generally going the opposite way, people occasionally ignoring all traffic laws to do precisely what we were doing in order to GET OUT OF THERE faster.
But as we approached the zone of conflict, it started to look less like wanton destruction and more... for lack of a better word, more precise. Attacks had been made precisely and accurately, where they would most effectively cause panic and hinder emergency responses. Overpasses had been crumbled, streets potholed, vehicles set alight... not exactly blocking access, but slowing anyone trying to get into the port area around the refinery.
It wasn't too long before we could not only hear, but see the muzzle flashes of rifle fire as the Army started to get in gear and engage the attackers. Not too long after, a bullet clipped out the tires of one side of the van; the driver saved well, keeping us level and under control, but another burst of fire shattered one of the wheels. We were on foot, now. We unpacked as much of the gear as possible, taking recording devices and portable satellite relays rather than rely on the truck itself. I found myself lugging a case full of spare batteries and recording media.
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February 2nd, 1972 - June 6, 2010
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Jon Foster Steele
February 2nd, 1972 - June 6, 2010
Artist, advocate, brother and friend.
May he receive comfort, and inherit peace.
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