A revolution in Egypt had the potential to be the biggest news since the invasion of Iraq, and it didn't have to do with al Qaeda, the Israelis, or the Americans. Egyptians were taking to the streets to express their own views, their hopes and desires. I felt the region was on the cusp of a new era.
I arrived in Cairo in late January and made my way through a military cordon to Tahrir Square. I spotted one familiar face after another in the square; some friends and colleagues I hadn't seen in years. It seemed everyone was on the story. There was a sense of a grand reunion in the midst of this historic event. Some were bona fide friends, others were people I had crossed paths with for years in the most far-flung places, from earthquakes to wars, people with whom I had shared history. I was happy to be with my tribe.
Above, a wounded demonstrator lies on the ground in Tahrir Square.