There is little context, only a blow-by-blow account that fragments reality the way the officials wanted. A lot of jawing, mostly inane and repetitive, and much harrumphing for the "race" to Baghdad. One awestruck reporter from a respectable US outlet asked in the first week of bombing: "How much more of the show is still left?" Even the Pentagon briefer was embarrassed.
Spokeswoman Victoria Clarke gently reminded her flock "this is not a show". But it is—for the many TV networks bursting with excitement, having invested millions in the project. The ratings war is fiercely fought, new ways to entertain devised, studio walls covered with photos of marines in battle. Anything to lure viewers—send us a photo of your loved one. Only the sanitised view is allowed in this 24/7, wall-to-wall coverage from the "embedded" reporters—Pentagon’s chosen term for the 529 journalists who are attached to various combat units. But the irony of being in bed with those you are covering is lost in the sandstorms of Iraq.
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