.Axeghanistan ‘10: Pretty Boy
"The blond soldier fumed. “They call me that one more time, and I’m going to wade in there and start some shit.”
We were in Parwan province, visiting the governor and checking out some local reconstruction projects. The soldiers was pulling security while the officers and Afghan officials strolled and talked. A small crowd of Afghan men watched from a corner shop. An ice cream vendor pushing a red cart joined them. Kids sucked orange creme popsicles and watched the men watch the soldiers. One man muttered something only the blond soldier could hear.
“What did he call you?” I asked.
“It means ‘pretty boy,’” the soldier said. His narrow eyes never left the crowd."
War is Boring
We were in Parwan province, visiting the governor and checking out some local reconstruction projects. The soldiers was pulling security while the officers and Afghan officials strolled and talked. A small crowd of Afghan men watched from a corner shop. An ice cream vendor pushing a red cart joined them. Kids sucked orange creme popsicles and watched the men watch the soldiers. One man muttered something only the blond soldier could hear.
“What did he call you?” I asked.
“It means ‘pretty boy,’” the soldier said. His narrow eyes never left the crowd."
War is Boring
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