I flew over Afghanistan in a black hawk yesterday morning...I was armed and aiming just in case. We were flying through the most dangerous valley in this country. Little boys tending cattle ran around and waved; thumbs-up to their American friends...Then I saw them. The men of this country. I saw black turbans and weapons and eyes...
i flew over
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yay! friend me!
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Your entry is emotive
and I'm sure your situation is far more so
You write with power
and I will pray for your safety
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I'm glade you wrote about this it's a great poem…
keep up with the good work!
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thank you for the comment and the compliment.
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where are the women
of this country?
...
are they allowed to cry?
laugh?
argue?
i see you for what you are:
a warlord
masquerading as a saint.
Powerful and my favourite part.
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