A man travels the world over in search of what he needs....and returns home to find it.
I knew a soldier once. She was as hard as the sun-caked mud, and as beautiful as the desert flowers, that every now and than, bloomed from the arid landscape. Sometimes, when she thought you weren't looking, she could be as soft as her eyes showed her to truly be.
In just over 120days, she did more to turn the growing tide of anti-Western ideology in a small Afghan community, than an entire Infantry Battalion was capable of achieving. When she patrolled the maze of villages, the children screamed her named and thronged and clamoured about her. The men stared longingly and joked with her, and the women stood silent, in open mouthed admiration, at this "doctor-soldier," her eyes hidden behind darkened lenses, her assault rifle at the ready...Neither able to conceal her natural compassion towards the often misguided people of that soiled, yet wonderous nation...
I play a small role in this story, and as I came to love her, I shall attempt to be unbiased. I shall try...
This is HER story, after all.....
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