Drawing fire without a cartoonist’s flak jacket

Abstract

How would I like to be an embedded cartoonist? Not one little bit. I believe passionately in the idea of cartoon reportage, but not at my age, and certainly not in the present circumstances with the military breathing down my neck. Don’t get me wrong — I would love to hurl myself into foxholes and I really enjoyed the only time I have been paintballing. But I fear this would be paintballing with extreme prejudice — and just imagine the indignity of being at the beck and call of nuclear-powered wankers like Air Marshall Bertrand Bollocks or whatever his name is.