“At this precise moment, Sir, you are on the outskirts of Salong, traveling in the direction of Peshwar,” he explained.
I shook my head impatiently, “What country,” I demanded. This was where I learned that I was in Afghanistan. Up until this point, I really wasn’t sure. I just knew that I was somewhere I really did not want to be. One time I had suggested to Scout he just ask one of the fighters where we were, which put a fine point on why he really did not like taking to me. Our cover story was that we had come there to join their struggle. Hard to explain that we didn’t know where “there” was.
I can’t remember this man’s name, or the boy’s, but meeting them was fortuitous. From them I learned that the area we were approaching was near an international border and carrying an automatic
