‘No front lines, I mean it,” my husband said as he hugged me goodbye.
“No front lines, I promise,” I replied.
I went downstairs and wrapped my little boys, aged four and two, in big hugs as they ate their lunch, inhaling the smell of their hair while trying desperately not to cry. It never got any easier to say goodbye to them, but the most important thing was that they were happy and didn’t catch a glimpse of my sadness.
I was on my way to Ukraine for three weeks to work on an hour-long special to air on CNN ahead of the anniversary of the Russian invasion next month. Over the past year I have spent more than 15 weeks crisscrossing Ukraine to
