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The interview was fine. After all the events of the day, I ended up not being nervous. Something about confronting a terrorist on national TV (it ended up being breaking national news) puts even the most intimidating of interviews in perspective. The reporter was kind, and when I didn’t want to be specific about things—say exactly how I’d found the cemetery and when—she didn’t push. She treated me as someone giving her a gift rather than someone trying to hide something, and I so appreciated that.
While I talked, my friends stayed nearby but out of camera view. They’re moral supporters to the end. I was facing away from the river so that the camerawoman could film the hill where the cemetery stood, and I knew, somehow, that Bo and Sarah were up there watching. And when I finished, I t
