I remember calling my mother the night before I left for Afghanistan and I said, “Mom, I’m going to Afghanistan tomorrow.” And she was like, “Okay, honey. Have fun.” Because of course, she had no idea what Afghanistan is. This is before September 11th. So luckily, my parents didn’t really follow the news from the beginning when I first started covering war, and I never told them anything. I would just sort of go and work and they didn’t religiously read The New York Times. It wasn’t until probably around 2003, around the time of Iraq where they started really watching my pictures on the front page and in The New York Times and they started getting worried. But I was always like, “No, it’s fine. It’s totally safe.” Then I got kidnapped right outside of Fallujah in April of 2004. That was the first time my father ever said to me, “Please come home.” They never ever said anything and they’ve never said anything since then.