Yes, I do. In August 1990 I had made a decision to cover the story from a different angle, moving from the front line that was in Sinkor, the part of town where the Executive Mansion or the President's palace is located in Monrovia, and so there was fighting. We could see the Executive Mansion from where we were on the NPFL side and the front line was running there, so on a regular basis we covered the story from there but, as I mentioned earlier on, the advance by the NPFL gets stopped over there and so I took the decision to cover the story on a second front line where journalists had not been going at that time. It was the attempt by the NPFL to move into Monrovia in a two-pronged offensive through the swamps and I met Mr Taylor when I went there on my own. No other of my colleagues did want to go there because it was unfamiliar ground and the attempt to zero in on Monrovia from the other side turned out to be a military failure, so I just saw Mr Taylor moving out of the region - out of that area - and his fighters also fleeing and so it was not a very successful day.
The same day, it must have been 16 or 17 August, I met Mr Taylor later at night. It was already dark on the edge of Robertsfield International Airport, officially closed down at the time under the control of Mr Taylor's forces. At that point in time, all journalists were together driving in our vehicles. We crossed - we came across Mr Taylor's convoy, stopped for the reason that I mentioned earlier on. I was thinking that Mr Taylor may provide us with some insight into what he was planning. Mr Taylor was at that point in time very angry and, as it turned out, angry against me. He asked to see me and he said that I should be taken away by his bodyguards. My colleagues from the press tried to enquire about the specific reasons of his anger and his decision. He would not explain it and he advised them to move on and let me go with his bodyguard. There was a short discussion amongst us whether this should be done or not. Some of the colleagues were frightened by the prospect of leaving me behind. Others reasoned that maybe they should let it go because there was not much to be negotiated and they had satellite telephones. It - maybe the wiser thing would be to ring for example the American authorities, given the fact that I'm an American national, and give them knowledge about the situation, rather than insist on the side of the road discussing endlessly and against someone who was decidedly firm in his stance that I should leave with his bodyguards. So, I left and I was then taken away by two of his bodyguards and subsequently --