Pretty cool reporting by a British newspaper stringer back in '18...
We were now on a rutted dirt track, with trees closing in on us. It was pitch black, and inside the car, there was a nervous air. The column pulled onto another, parallel, track, but we continued straight on, our driver worried about being spotted. Our car bounced and ducked, flashes of red from the vehicles’ tail lights appearing occasionally through the trees. Eventually, we came out onto a bigger track and curved back towards the column. To our right, we could just make out the small, rickety barbed wire fence that marked Russia’s border with Ukraine. And about 20 yards ahead of us, we saw an astonishing sight.
On the other hand, veteran photojournalist
Lucas Jackson had some advice on Reddit for an aspiring freelance war correspondent:
"...The big reason is that it’s a bad idea to go in by yourself (no-one will pay for you to go w no established relationship) is that if the shit hits the fan you have no one to help you. Ransom (journalists are often seen as walking ATMs), injury (I know someone in Syria who was captured and had all his teeth kicked out) or even repatriation of your body..."
