August 2021 – Penultimate

To reduce it: a withdrawal date was announced, Taliban resurgence was robust, and here we all are at the airport.

The world watches.

Good friends and family ask me how I feel.

I have done nothing but watch the news this last week, that and sleep, and most of the early news was coverage of the recapture of Provinces that I had deep personal investment in– especially Konduz, Baghlan, Balkh with my Headquarters of Mazar-I-Sharif, and all the rest in the North. I feel surprisingly concerned about it, and for all the predicted reasons: the sunk costs, both in blood and treasure, costs borne by a World Coalition and Afghanistan.

And there is also the fate of Afghan women and Afghan / U.S. cooperators. Among these last, I had personal relationships with many Interpreters and found them consistently to be bright young courageous people yearning to blossom under some 1st World opportunity. What will happen to Assad, an interpreter, and one of the main guys I worked with?

Assad is a really, really likeable guy, and would be recognized as such anywhere, I believe. We liked and trusted him all the way and let him carry an AK-47 though it was against the rules. He was one of us. Also, he was rugged and had a nice sense of humor. He once had some of us almost convinced that Afghan men have learned to see through Burkas. This is the kind of science puzzle that can entertain for long minutes young Americans who are laden with heavy gear and waiting around in the hot sun. And he and others would cook Afghan food for us at night–lamb, rice, vegetables and naan as good as it gets– on Earth, at least. These Interpreters all want to come to the U.S. and I wrote a recommendation letter for Assad as one small part of a multi-year process these guys engage in to emigrate. The process has long been the tougher battle for them in their two-front war.

So. I’ve been thinking about all this. I was oddly placated by seeing lots of news stories start to come out about Veterans’ concerns, and certainly addressing the concerns of the families of wounded or killed Veterans. I guess a lot of people are feeling some emotional turbulence out of this unsatisfying denouement.

So, back to the question: How do I feel? Whole books will be/are being written about the political aspects of this, and I can’t add anything to the politics except by my opinion. The facts of the engagement and the disengagement are, sadly, not historically novel. All the apt comparisons have long spilled out upon the table like marbles. Chase which one you want.

But the feeling is a different thing.

Well. . .there was that blog post of mine on May 3rd called simply “Leaving Afghanistan” wherein I talk about a sophisticated Afghan telling me way back in 2008, telling me with certainty and resignation, that the U.S. presence in Afghanistan ‘won’t work out.’

I also commented in that post on the Russian vehicles left behind:

“Russian military equipment was everywhere. Wrecked tanks, wrecked mobile weapons systems, and damaged armored vehicles of all sorts dotted the roadsides and indeed gathered in great numbers at some of the more prominent bases. My first post (or COP, for Combat Outpost) was in Konduz Province and we had an impressive array of such damaged vehicles at our location. I never then considered the blood and gore that must have painted the insides of every one of these vehicles. Sometimes at night I would walk through the boneyard and feel the great Russian presence amid the angry twisted hulks, the silence, and the shadows.”

That’s how it feels. That’s exactly how it feels.