Pretty bad, but maybe as good as it gets,
This review is from: War Reporting for Cowards (Paperback)
This book has a lot of substance, but is too heavy on confessions of personal foolishness. It has gripping eyewitness accounts of the 9/11 attacks, the Anthrax bio-terror scare, and the US invasion of Iraq. But most of the book is a self-depreciating account of the author's life to date. The war reporting part only starts with chapter 12, and the invasion starts on page 206.
Throughout the book, Ayres remains basically non-critical of everything but himself. Concerning the Iraq War, about as close as he gets to giving personal opinions is the following:
"How was I supposed to feel at this point? Glad that Saddam was going to get his comeuppance and excited by the professional challenge ahead? Or should I have felt moral outrage at the imperial violence about to be visited on Iraq, and pround of my role in exposing the horror of twenty-first-century warfare?
To be honest, I didn't feel any of those things.
All I felt was an overwhelming concern about my personal safety. And, of course, a tug of guilt over my own selfishness.
To my right, a man was smiling at me. I recognized him as a reporter for National Public Radio. 'Hey," he stage-whispered. "Ever get the feeling we're cheerleaders on the team bus?" He continued smiling.
I nodded and continued sipping the dregs of my cappuccino."
But then, maybe embedded war reporting doesn't get much better than this anyway.