Family History

 

Upon a time when you were caught in the Khyber Pass past sundown, the oddest things could happen to you.  It paid to have friends who had friends who would take you into their walled compounds before the other Pathans knew you were there.

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I may never know if that is my mother under that burka, or perhaps just the lady of the house.  But I will tell you one thing about any group of people who want an exit strategy from a foolish invasion of Afghanistan, unless they have a way of placing the destiny of that country back into the hands of the people who lived in compounds like this, it will never be stable again.  I believe we were all tied up with USAID at that time, before the Soviet invasion.

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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