“The week before last, over dinner in Beirut,” writes Lindsay Hilsum, “I told Marie that I would not sneak across the border into Homs because it was too dangerous. She said she was going to have a go anyway. She felt it was important. ’Anyway, it’s what we do,’ she said."
Movingly, the last time I saw Marie was in the Frontline Club in London, where I was the day she died, at the launch of the Committee to Protect Journalists’ new report detailing attacks on the media around the world. Sad, ironic and life-affirming all at once. As she said: "It’s what we do.”