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!
Rudyard Kipling
Kipling understood the “nature” of Afghan women over a hundreds years ago.. No Mr President, Afghan women aren’t worth one drop of American blood.
Good thing for you the French did not feel that way during the Revolution.