Dispatch

摘要

From The District-Office Roof, An Afghan Special Forces (ASF) team stared into the dark that had fallen over Sangin's mud compounds. They were pulling overnight guard duty for a peace-and-reconciliation meeting and listening to a captured Taliban radio. Ranking officer Bashir swept a forearm against the starry horizon. "They are close." He turned up the volume. Taliban fighters were discussing safe areas, movements, a car bomb, who would bring the blankets.