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I Grieve for the Man Who’ll Never Return

His face peered out this week from every television set in the United States. It was impossible to escape him. It was impossible to stop looking at him. My heart ached, a real heartache. This time, I couldn\’t stop the tears.

Even I\’m allowed. So what if I\’m a cynical journalist who, in a career spanning over 30 years, covered wars, earthquakes, terrorist attacks and grieving families? I always tried to block emotions and hide behind my mask of professionalism.

Last Saturday morning, the mask broke.

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