I’m sitting on my deck drinking coffee as the sun comes up. The sky is softening with all the variations of reddish yellow (I can’t really see them all with my red/green colorblindness but can sense they are there) start creeping up from the dark horizon. A song is stuck in my head and I hear it clearly; String Cheese Incident singing Arleen and not just any version of that song but the one they recorded live with the Dirty Dozen Brass Band.
The song is annoying me and I try to clear my mind when the music suddenly stops. I’m hyper alert; I remember this feeling and immediately flash back to Afghanistan. The day dream starts again only now I’m thinking about the Afghan version of Baba Tim. What is he looking at when the sun comes up? What is he thinking about? The Afghan version of me would not have a String Cheese Incident song trapped inside his head so what would be stuck there on a beautiful early morning?
The answer flows into my consciousness without effort. As I look at the clouds building above the calm canals of Padre Island I see an ancient fortress. This is not the famous Fighters Fortress of Mazar-e Sharif, or the ancient Ghazni fortress nor is it the one in Alexander the Great built in Farah. The fortress the clouds are forming is the Boost Fortress in Lashkar Gah.
Lashkar Gah is the capitol of Helmand Province and a town I know well having lived there over a year back in 2010. Lashkar (soldier) Gah (fort) is an old military town that has been occupied since the 11th century. It now houses over a half million refugees who have fled the encroaching Taliban. There is only a brigade of ANA soldiers in Lashkar Gah and they have just been reinforced by 100 American soldiers. It is on these men the Afghan version of Tim Lynch would focused.
The Americans are trying to create depth to the ANA defense and they are headquartered just down the road from the fort (the old Brit PRT base) on flat open terrain now surrounded by new housing built by the USAID and occupied by Taliban sympathizers. They will not be able to land helicopters at the base when we strike and will need to move to the Boost airport – miles of heavily populated neighborhoods away to get to fixed wing airplanes. It is during this move, which we will negotiate a cease fire to facilitate, that we will kill every American.
The Afghan version of me would be in his late fifties; active and fit, free of arthritis, gout and disease which marks him as a land holder and tribal leader. Farmers don’t reach their fifties with the blessings of good health in the Helmand Province. I carry scars from gunshot wounds and shrapnel which means I’m Taliban (when it is covenant to be so) and the scars combined with my good health mark me as a man who has the one attribute admired by all Afghans – consistent good luck.
My new mission, passed to me by the Quetta Shura when the Americans arrived, is to destroy (to a man) an American unit. At this stage in the war nothing else matters. The puppet government in Kabul is a dead man walking, not legitimate in the eyes of Afghans, more importantly not feared by the people. The central government is no longer a threat to the success of our movement.
I know the Americans having met with senior Marine officers many times; I even have a picture with Senators John McCain and Lindsey Graham. When I met them I smiled a lot and thanked them for doing whatever it was they thought they were doing in Marjah. But I thought the two soft, fat, uninformed, passive with the eyes of supplicants; they were not serious men. Politicians are the same regardless of land of origin; they are in their hearts cowards who demand others do the work while they amass personal wealth despite their limited government income. The Marines were a problem but one of limited duration. We knew the day they arrived exactly what day they would be leaving thanks to the African man who is the President of that land. After losing too many Mujahedin to the Marines early on we decided to wait them out with IED’s and long range fires.
I am in my family compound looking at the old Boost Fort as the sun rises and I don’t have Widespread Panic songs locked inside my head. My mind is free of clutter and as clear as my mission.
I have many sons and three wives – my oldest son is a Taliban commander, the next oldest a captain in the Afghan army. Three of the younger boys are in Quetta at the madrasa and my four youngest boys are squatting in the shade next to me watching quietly. Afghan children do not initiate conversations with their elders, they aren’t loud, they don’t fidget, they don’t argue – they obey just as Allah would wish. Once I get confirmation of today’s American deployment the boys will each be given a position where they will spend the day. If they are skillful they will get the Americans to feed them and give them bottled water. If they aren’t they’ll go hungry. As their father I could care less. The smart ones will grow true and strong, the weak or stupid ones will perish young. Allah decides that not me.
My boys will be questioned closely when they return; how are the Americans acting? Are they jittery, unsure of their Afghan partners? Do they have the same confidence those damn Marines had when they were here or do they look more like the British? I know the answers to these questions already but reconnaissance is continuous as any change in the demeanor of the Americans would be significant. At this point they are scared, unsure of their new allies and the civilians who surround them. The smell of fear is strong when near an American position.
Soon my oldest will join me with the specialists we need from Quetta. Combat multipliers are what the Americans would call them but we call them Russians as they are from the former Soviet Union and are expert snipers and demolition men. The Mujahedin from Musa Qala and Sangin are arriving daily and with them the one item I cannot have enough of; 82mm mortar rounds.
Every police checkpoint attacked at night is cover for smuggling mortar rounds into the city. While the puppet government soldiers and police fight off small probing attacks our boats (manned by small boys so the American planes will not attack them) move back and forth across the Helmand River bringing more mortar rounds. Survey teams from Quetta have spent the last fortnight establishing mortar firing positions. With firing tables and their computers, they have even locked in the elevation and deflection readings for the mortar crews. We Afghans can do shock and awe too. When the mortars start opening up from every quadrant in the city the Americans will be shocked. The awe part will come when they realize they cannot use their planes or drones but are going to have to fight like men.
This evening my boys will be back as will the others I have deployed over the city. My commanders and I will gather their information, adjust our plans, and wait for Allah. When Allah sends a sand storm or a rain storm or any storm that grounds the infidels’ aircraft we will strike and by the time the Americans respond with their planes we will be among the people. Thousands of Mujahedin fighters’ surrounded by tens of thousands of civilians will make us immune from the American air power. We will have 100 American fish in our nets and we will kill them all. Unless there are women with them; they will be spared for use as entertainment for the Mujahedin. Then they will be killed.
If the Americans do not use their attack aircraft out of fear of killing civilians, I win. If they use their air-power to destroy the attacking Mujahedin, they will kill thousands of women and children so again, I win. Win/win – that’s the way of the Pashtun because if you are going to fight you must win or why bother fighting? If we capture an American officer I will have to ask him this before he is beheaded. They have fought here for a decade with no chance of winning and I wonder why they remain.
For now we wait, we watch, we plan and we listen. Allah will give us the cover we need to strike. When all the mortar rounds are here along with the Russians and the Mujahedin from the north I will be one move away from checkmate. The Americans will not realize their peril because they play checkers; we play chess.
I am a 58-year-old Afghan, a 1,000-year-old Muslim but a 6,000-year-old Pashtun. The Pashtun has one and only one way to deal with infidel invaders and that is to isolate them and kill them to a man. It’s what we do.
A brief I gave this morning echoed this,with Kunduz about to fall and the South lost,clients were explained my procedure of a hard extraction….Kazakstan/Uzbekistan here we come.
If you haven’t you need to scout the Hajigak pass because I don’t think the Salang will work if the shit hits the fan. That was the route we planned to use if things went pear shaped and we could not make it the Khyber.
Excellent post, Tim. As I was reading it I was reminded of this quote from the cynical Marquis de Montrose in the 1995 film “Rob Roy”:
“You have a rare grasp of the conspirator’s mind, Archibald.”
I’m afraid you’re right, though. To those in the West – from the hard-bitten soldiers to the earnest NGO aid workers to the dilettantes just in it for the money or adventure – Afghanistan could never induce the wholesale commitment that is demanded of the natives living there. How could it?
Excellent observation and boy do I wish I had the answer but I don’t.
What a sorry assed state of affairs. Exactly where we thought we would be the day in 2010 that Obama announced we were pulling out.
Small details with no supporting arms makes me think of the French Foreign Legion movies back in the 30’s or Ft. Apache.
It really seemed like we had a shot at change back until 2006 or so but we were so eager to Afghanize the war that we allowed the same corruption to reappear that had been driven out by the Taliban. It was always a 50 year project at best. The Baby Huey of American foreign policy turned potential into a sh*t sandwich for the Afghan people.
Same as it ever was.
Amen brother – and as you know I thought we had a shot at positive change too in 2006.
At JUW08, we were talking about the danger to the rearguard units of drawing down a COIN effort without achieving goals – President Obama and his advisors have not listened to such advice, or simply do not care.
Baba Tim: You are reading too much Hopkirk. 🙂
I had to look him up – what a great compliment Kevin – thank you.
The Great Game: mandatory reading; the others are also good
I had to look up Hopkirk too and need to start reading some of his work. Interesting guy for sure.
🙂 The Great Game was my first read before rolling in, never bothered with the 3 cups of tea fairy tale, but got his point – and learned the Pashtun Wali – Honor Code.. then bounced into a Doc called Nangarhar INC by some major, and then Flynns Fixing Intel – we thought there was hope and potential in our unique.. position, but minor fail when we loose our heart beats on the ground effect. We can still reachback, as plannned – but there is nothing like being there. It could have been much different.
There was never a chance the Afghan adventure would work. The institutions sent to pacify Afghanistan weren’t and still aren’t fit for purpose. Longer tours, more language training, more anthropologists, cleverer doctrine, more celebrity COIN experts, more troops, more schools… None of it would matter even if they were possible.
The US cannot pacify its own “inner cities”. It’s lost the wars on drugs and poverty. It wouldn’t dare try COIN on Mexico. Who knows what the plan in Syria and Iraq is.
The only thing stopping a sensible quick complete exit are politician’s egos.
Depressing. I serve many individuals who have long-term or permanent scars from their time in this part of Persia. You want their sacrifice to mean something and have some lasting impact…. I know you know of what you speak… Man, do I wish you were wrong- for our troops’ sake and for the Afghan people’s.
This is what is hard about adventures in foreign lands.
Excellent post. I wonder if any policy makers will read it or even understand it.
If any of them have been interested enough to order some AK47 flip flops from you then there is a good chance they may stumble across the blog. I wouldn’t hold my breath on that. I’m ordering some more stuff from you guys for Christmas gifts. Keep up the great work!
Tim
It continues to annoy me that anyone would support Obama and his muslim brothers. I have nothing but hate for all of Islam.