They lie like a rug.
When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An’ go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!
The Young British Soldier
http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_youngbrit.htm
Never trust the words of an Afghan.
Ha! Here’s to the Chinese discovery the meaning of “the graveyard of Empires”!
we should have left after tora bora and strayed in Iraq
Harry Flashman survived too (of course).
The past is always prologue.
It is perhaps America’s greatest failing that we think our fancy tech will solve all problems.
The reality is human beings don’t change. We are the same fallen creatures we were 200 years go. We have no more ability to control the Afghan clans than the British did.