Supplying Afghanistan with the Best

Everything that we are doing overseas to help rebuild the war-torn country of Afghanistan is in vain if we don’t understand that we need to train the local army so they can defend their own country. There are many ways that we could be helping the country, but the cheapest, most effective, and easiest is by placing better quality service-members into the units that train the foreign militaries. Wouldn’t it make sense that if we want our family, friends, brothers and sons, out of harm’s way, we do it as effectively as we can? We need to give Afghanistan our best so that our best can come home.

Chapter Three

July 23, 2009

The smell brought me back. Powerful, but not like a weightlifter, more like a dictator. Sweet, but not like sugar, more like when you have a really good day that you wish would go on forever. This was a good sign and then I heard it. Nothingness.
“What happened to the angels, I don’t hear the beating anymore”, said Lani.
“Cupid happened”, I told her, “We should be leaving though, like now!”
“Wait I have to grab the rest of the ti leaves.”
I knew it was too late when I heard the slight whistling, a whistling that you don’t want to hear. The first ball of burning rock came through the roof of the building, melting the ragged edges smooth like cauterizing a wound. I heard the screaming of a cherub as one of the other fireballs found its first target. The smell of burnt sugar permeated the air and it was sickening.