As we enter the small Afghan village the women in their black burkas seem to resemble eerie shadow figures against the village walls. Smells are everywhere from animal manure and burning trash to the warming smell of a woman baking flat bread.
As I fly over the mountains leaving Kandahar heading to Helmand Province, I begin to stare at the vast desert wondering if this is what the surface of the moon looks like, what a lonely place, then out of nowhere I see dots of life, around 30 to 40 sheep,goats and camels appear 100s of miles from the closest village, there in the middle is...
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