I saw him in the Hindu Kush, wearing the uniform I helped put on his back, carrying the rifle I taught him to shoot, eating the chow I shared with him – only to have him slip out at night to plant IEDs (improvised explosive device) for his Taliban brothers using the very gear for which Uncle Sam paid.
- Daytime? They called us “mentor-sahib,” smiling just enough to keep the paychecks coming.
- Nighttime? Green-on-blue (insider) attacks, “friendly fire” happening...
- This was not a “lone wolf.”
- Lone wolves don’t have an entire global ideology whispering in their ear that deceiving the infidel is not just permitted, it’s pious...
I buried brothers because of these cretins. Good men – fathers, husbands, sons – gunned down by the very soldiers they were trying to help...
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