Every morning at 0600 hours, before the first shell has been fired, before the first civilian has evacuated, every war correspondent must present their application packet to the newly-formed War Correspondent’s Ethical Certification Board.

In a memo titled “Standard Operating Procedure for Emotional Compliance in Conflict Zones,” Board President Margaret Thorne (formerly a press secretary for a defense contractor that has since rebranded as a consultancy firm) stated: “Journalists who have never experienced trauma are fundamentally unfit to report on war. This is not an accusation—it is a qualification.”

The first hurdle is the Empathy Impact Test. A correspondent must demonstrate they can “feel the pain of others” without collapsing under the weight of it. Dr. Aris Velez, the board’s lead psychiatrist, explained the process during yesterday’s press briefing: “We use a scale from 1 to 10. If you feel too much, you’re emotionally compromised. If you feel too little, you’re a sociopath. The goal is perfect equipoise. That’s what we mean by ‘professional detachment.’ It is a lie. It is a joke. It is the only thing keeping this industry upright.”

Next comes the Narrative Integrity Audit. The Board’s AI system scans your footage for “emotional coherence.” If your video shows a grieving mother, but your headline reads “Casualty,” you’ve failed. Your footage gets flagged. Your credentials get revoked. Your name gets scrubbed from the news database. This is why we’re seeing so many journalists working off the books now. They’re not afraid of danger. They’re afraid of the paperwork.

The most troubling development is the Moral Weight Clause, which requires journalists to file a “Trauma Tax” report after every story. You get a percentage of your paycheck withheld and deposited into the War Correspondent’s Ethical Trust Fund. The fund’s only purpose is to pay for a consultant who will tell you whether your work is “morally sustainable.”

A journalist named Kevin Hart, who has covered conflict zones for fifteen years, said: “They asked me if I’d seen a dead body in the last week. I said yes. They asked if I could describe what I saw. I said I’d seen a child’s shoe. They said that was ’too detached.’ They asked me if I’d cried. I said no. They said I was ’not qualified.’ I cried at home. The Board doesn’t care. They want you to be sad, but not too sad. They want you to be numb, but not too numb. They want you to be a perfect machine. They don’t want you to be human.”

The Board’s next meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. The only thing they haven’t decided is how much you’ll have to pay for a “moral clearance” to file your story. The paperwork is growing. The bureaucracy is growing. The war is still burning. The journalists are still dying. The only thing that’s getting worse is the certification process.

We’ve seen it all before. We’ve seen the same bureaucracy in different uniforms. The only difference is that this time, you’re the one getting certified. Not the soldiers. Not the civilians. You. The reporter. The witness. The one who has to explain why your story isn’t “emotionally sustainable.”

Good luck.