Sunday, 30 May 2010
After we combat parked our armored suburbans, the seven of us marched though the terminal, by-passing security and manifest counter, straight to an awaiting helo. The helo was a vintage bird, something out of an old war movie, but they assured us that it would fly; safely, too. In minutes we were airborne following the Jalalabad Highway towards Pakistan. We rose into the clear skies where the temperatures were cool and the landscape of Afghanistan began to expose itself.
We followed, a thousand feet above, the ancient highway path as it wound though the mountains. The twists and turns, only made sense to the terrain, the path of the river lay somewhere between random and chaos. The plains on either side of the mountain range were of the “high desert” lineage: barren, dry, with little place to hide. Our destination was Gamberi, home of the Afghan National Army’s 201st Corps.
Gamberi could be considered a strategic location or a precarious sacrificial lamb. Just outside the city of Jalalabad,
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