War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

Marie Colvin

“Our mission is to speak the truth to power…We send home that first rough draft of history. We can and do make a difference in exposing the horrors of war and especially the atrocities that befall civilians.”

Marie Colvin
war correspondent
b. Jan. 1956 – d. Feb. 22, 2012 Homs, Syria, doing the job

in london to meet with the war correspondent David Loyn, he says to me in the cab on our way to a poetry reading by another journalist friend of his who had been in Bagdad for 5 years, “you need to meet Marie Colvin. she’s in Homs right now. I’ll put you in touch with her when she gets back.” but now we know this will never be. this woman who made surgical strikes on war zones, who reported live, who woke the world to suffering, is now gone.

earlier that evening we’d been to the journalists’ club, their inner sanctum. the display cases filled with the ephemera of war correspondence – a t-shirt with a bullet hole through it, photographs, lots of photographs from war zones, a camera, “souvenirs” from battle grounds (e.g. diving goggles belonging to some dead dictator’s son)… and memorials to the fallen journalists, strikingly like the ones I’ve seen in mil. institutions.

and now, Marie’s name will be added.

it was interesting to me how much it reminded me of an officers’ or senior NCO’s mess. a place “off record”, a place to bullshit, gossip, possibly a place to let loose (oh yes officers I got that one right, I’ve seen the wagon wheel on the ceiling at Shilo!), a place to unload one’s grief (as inevitably it was last night after hearing of their comrade Marie’s death), a place to call home when home was no longer home (oh yes, as with many soldiers, journalist marriages are split by war too).

I’ve been interviewed by so many journalists (yesterday again, a reporter from Canada called). and I’ve been misquoted. quoted. had amazing interviews and terrible interviews. one can always tell who has done their homework and who hasn’t. and I’ll bet Marie Colvin ALWAYS did her homework.

I never met Marie Colvin. am very sorry now I’ll never have the chance. because this is a person who was driven even to her death, to speak her truth. and sometimes, the world listened.

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