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Sign up here to get it delivered to your inbox every Friday. In the spring of , Artyom Borovik, a Russian journalist covering the Soviet war in Afghanistan, bumped along the Kunduz-to-Baghlan road in the back of an armored personnel carrier. As Borovik wound over the pockmarked terrain, damaged by mines and mortar shells, the Soviets had already been at war there for nearly eight years. The Kunduz-to-Baghlan road, now referred to as a highway, flashed below. Tan hills and valleys stretched alongside.
But wars, especially those with a questionable purpose, rarely have ready-made solutions born from earlier follies. At least that was the case a week ago. I was born in November His troops, alongside the then-Soviet-backed Afghan army, were trying to push the insurgents south. The fighting was fierce. Aboard the twin-rotor aircraft, and sitting diagonal from me, was the commander of all American troops in the country, Gen.
Austin S. Khoshal Sadat. Their trip to Baghlan, known colloquially as a battlefield rotation, was to include a meeting with local Afghan security forces and provincial leadership. What could the government do there? The meetings were quick. The Afghan and American leadership understood; it was something echoed often by those communities that teetered on the edge of Taliban and government control. For at least a year, residents of Baghlan had asked for American and Afghan forces to clear out the Taliban who were in Dand-e-Ghuri and Pul-i-Kumri, the same areas the Soviets were trying to clear when Borovik leapt from the back of his Russian armored personnel carrier in The Taliban had been there for at least four years.
The people were tired. Their war, in many ways, was almost 40 years old. General Sadat, the young commander whom the American military has come to adore and is often seen as the next generation of Afghan leadership, said his forces would take back the areas under Taliban control. They would launch an operation soon, he said.
Tea was served. The Americans listened through ear pieces as their interpreter talked quietly into a microphone at the front of the room. Undoubtedly, Afghans have been given this same assurance countless times. And the commanders who say it all leave or move elsewhere.