Elizabeth Rubin was more than three months pregnant when she flew to Afghanistan to cover the war. Her doctor advised her against going, because he was worried that she wouldn't be able to run when she needed to. "I told him, 'I just came for a prescription,'" Rubin says. "If I wanted someone to tell me not to go to Afghanistan, I could have called my mother."
Being pregnant in a war zone was no picnic. Rubin climbed and fell down mountains, dodged bullets, peed on the floors of bombed-out homes and got fleas. Soldiers and civilians died right in front of her eyes. Her platoon was ambushed -- and she did have to run for her life. At six months pregnant, she contracted an Afghan illness and could no longer feel her baby. When a sonogram showed that her baby was indeed alive and well in her womb, Rubin knew it was time to come home.
She shares her story with the Guardian.
Do you think it was brave to cover the war while pregnant -- or selfish? (Or maybe a little bit of both ...?)