Wednesday 26 April 1989
The nun beside me on the helicopter this morning had a tight, self-righteous face. People who have found a cause in Lebanon produce this face. The Shia Muslim imams in southern Lebanon stare at you and seem to be saying: I am right, I am a good person fighting for justice and decency.
I told the nun I was a journalist working for the London Independent, and I asked what she was doing.
‘Taking medicine to children in the hospitals,’ she shouted above the din of the engine. As if anxious to convince me, she opened the lid of a small box beside her feet to reveal bottles of ointment and pills.