Such is the miraculous nature of our time and the wonder of television. Sergeant Truaz was on patrol. Or perhaps not yet on patrol, because the TV cameras don’t move out on patrol. Or possibly the patrol was starting, or finishing. That point was never really clarified, but what was very clear was that the camera, loaded with color film, was on Sergeant Truaz when the bullet struck him. The bullet struck a grenade that was attached to Sergeant Truaz’s belt, and the grenade exploded, sheathing Sergeant Truaz from head to foot in burning chemicals. The incendiary grenade covered him with green fire, and the microphone of the TV crew picked up his wild screams of pain as he leaped around in his agony and then rolled over and over on the ground until at least two of his comrades managed to fling a body bag over him and thus put out the flames. Afterwards it was said that his screaming was a wild track, put into the film by the TV people to heighten the effect, but this was not the case.
