Afghanistan is not a war where allegiances are worn on people’s shoulders. The same village elder that invites you and your men inside for tea may be plotting your doom the moment you leave his home.
You are shot at, blown up, accosted by children, avoided by women, isolated, alone, and very far from home or worse you are home.
The battles are fought in Afghan villages, the bombs exploded on Afghan streets, and the legacy of this brutality is branded into the psyche of every Afghan child.
“Battle is an orgy of disorder” - George S. Patton
