Wo stecken all die Absolventen der Embedded Journalists School? Zensiert bis auf grobpixelige Aufnahmen sandfarbener Staubwolken und wackelnder Motorhauben, die rasches Vorankommen dokumentieren sollen? Oder haben doch mehr auf ihre Zweifel gehört?

»I began to have real doubts about going through with my mission to "embed," as a journalist with the United States Marines, when a reporter raised the unexpected question "What do I do if I barf inside my gas mask?" The question was perfectly serious – nausea can be one of the first symptoms of a chemical attack – but the young lieutenant who was leading the seminar, on a tennis court at the Hilton Kuwait Resort, had obviously never been forced to consider this situational fine point. "That would be a problem," the lieutenant said. "If you vomit liquid, you’ll just want to clear it by pushing this and blowing hard through that." He grasped his gas mask and fingered the outlet valve for all of us to see. "But if you’ve got spew chunks, they could clog the valve and you’d ... well, you’d be a goner."«

[Auszug aus dem New Yorker]