We were hemming in when the second vehicle, tan in color and carrying a large machine gun, suddenly moved over to our side.
A moment of fear gripped us: would they shoot us?
We had never planned on becoming involved in the tale; we had traveled to Darfur to report on the worst humanitarian situation in the world.
But when we were taken into custody by a militia under the command of the guy everyone nicknamed the general, months of preparation came to an abrupt end.
“We’re not filming, we’re not filming,” cameraman Scott McWhinnie assured him as he gave him the camera. In an effort to diffuse the situation, producer Brent Swails hurriedly exited our truck.
“Are we alright? Are we all right? He inquired.
