By Steve Harrigan
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I wanted to go to Colombia to see their army fight FARC terrorists. I thought it would be good video, jungle, and timely, since three FARC leaders were dead, Congress was debating aid to Colombia, and McCain was visiting.
I had a Colombian friend ask the Defense Ministry if I could go out with their troops. The answer I got was that it was quiet now, but that next week would be “muy muy interesante.”
I looked at those three words, “muy muy interasante.” I forwarded the note to the bureau chief. This could be enough to sell a trip to NY. But if it turned out to be nothing, you could look bad. It costs money to move crews and gear around.
“Muy muy interesante,” I said aloud.
The plan was to fly to Bogota, then a military helicopter south.
I have not been in a chopper for a while. This one looked familiar - so did the digi camo uniforms … all American made.
The Colombian side gunner yelled at me to fasten my belt. Helicopter guys often yell, so no offense was taken. It was a simple hook belt, not a triple belt like in a Black Hawk, plus it was daylight and no one was shooting.
I know I should make a list of travel gear. The item I forgot this time was earplugs. Had to ride with both fingers jammed in ears. That will make you remember your earplugs.
The gunner swung open the door so the cameraman Yo could take pictures of the jungle. The gust of air cooled off my wet back. We banked over a river and I grabbed the roof to hold on. There was just a belt between me and the river. The gunner and I smiled at each other. And I was the kid who was scared of The Flying Bobs.
Lunch with colonels. An hour of straining to understand Spanish. The meat was thin, the flip side covered with fat. I tried to separate the fat from the meat but could not with a butter knife. Would have been polite to eat it but I left it.
Boarding second helicopter looked at blackberry. Someone calling. Hostages freed. A moment of uncertainty. Gear already on helicopter, which was leaving. Did a phone report then flew, fingers again in ears.
Said we had to go where freed hostages were. Landed near where they were freed. But they had already left, back to capital.
Another helicopter, then fixed wing back to capital. Landed 7.50 pm. Did phoner from plane. I was the annoying guy.
Needed to find a room with a balcony. Needed to face East in order to get a signal to do a live shot. It was midnight. Ordered chicken lasagna.
Loaded gear into two tiny taxis. Tipped doorman 20 for lugging cases. Finance man Giglio will never believe this. Note to self: bring tens.
Set up two laptops on roof. Tried to follow step by step instructions. Gear is small, portable, fragile and fickle. No signal. Looked at watch. Amor stayed up late. Plus I had been plying him with Hess King Cones.
“Check the cable to the camera. Make sure it’s snug.”
Boom, picture. Diagnosis from far away, late at night.
Come back to roof four hours later. Used umbrellas to protect laptops from heat. The guys who design this stuff must be office guys.