Word: frey
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...result of the almost routine serendipity that seems to be the hallmark of good journalists. As the bomb that was to kill Gemayel was edging toward detonation, TIME Correspondent David Halevy was at the reception desk of the Hotel Alexandre in East Beirut checking out. TIME Staff Photographer Rudi Frey was at the hotel bar having a beer. David Rubinger, another veteran TIME photographer, was upstairs packing. The three were in effect calling it a day, just like everybody else. "Trusting that a new and quieter era had begun in Lebanon," says Halevy, "we all believed that this would...
...next hour, Halevy, Frey and Rubinger were the only newsmen there. As the certainty grew that one of the bodies in the rubble was in fact that of the newly elected President, Halevy remembers thinking: "The dream of a strong Lebanese government is buried under those ruins...
After swiftly taking what street pictures he could before Gemayel's trigger-happy supporters arrived, Photographer Frey ducked into an adjacent building to get more pictures from a higher and safer vantage point. Suddenly shots were fired in his direction. Says he: "That was the signal to get my film to some safe place...
Just before 5 p.m. there is a barrage of artillery fire so fierce, so extensive, so positively horrifying in its intensity that Frey and I are stunned into silence. Building after building comes crashing down. Great flashes of fire light up the sky. A crescendo of noise like some dreadful thunder rolls across the city...
...momentary lull, Abu Said, Frey and I drive quickly to my apartment and to TIME'S office to check for damage. As we are climbing the stairs to my apartment the shells start coming in again from the gunboats. We are trapped in the stairwell for five minutes or so as the building shakes. Then we rush over to the TIME office, which is something like a bunker, since it is on the ground floor and set into a hillside. For the next half an hour we sit and drink warm beer and listen to the shells whistling overhead...