Neil Shea / Dispatches
Snapshots of a Fading War
You Make Us Soft
KANDAHAR PROVINCE—A major, a colonel, and a general, big men of the Afghan National Security Forces, sat at a small table in a bedroom made from a shipping container and talked over lunch about the good old days.
“Things were better under the Russians,” said the general, who had long ago been trained in Soviet Russia. “For one thing, there were no human rights.”