Afghanistan eats bombs. It eats rockets, too, and bullets, mortars, IEDs, RPGs, souls. Its hunger is immediate and insatiable, and while thrashing for more, it uncaringly kills men, women, children, foreigner, and local. Who taught this monster to crave flesh and gunpowder? We weren't the first--a history of conquest and cruelty map across the mountains and deserts--but we feed it, and in doing so only strengthen this beast.
This piece comes from my time as a Rotary Peace Fellow. After 2 months of study, we traveled to Sri Lanka to examine the post-war--yet still tense--situation. This is my reflection on the week spent both in Jaffna up north, and Colombo, the capitol. An island is a dangerous thing—there is nowhere to go, no... Continue Reading →
I have been thinking lately on the nature of soft power— American hard power has seen its limits since 9/11, as we have not been able to forcibly shape the world according to our whims and desires. Soft power, however, cannot be measured objectively through the number of warships or central bank loans, but the... Continue Reading →
Four years ago, a friend and I were smoking cigars in the Helmand desert, waiting to hear from the United States. The very real results of foreign policy surrounded us—hundreds of British and Danish troops, a memorial to the SF medic killed in the first fight for Gereshk, the buzz of drones and screech of... Continue Reading →
Foolishness breeds foolishness. And that foolishness is well on display within retired Army Lt. Gen. Michael Flynn’s book, The Field of Fight. In this political submission to fear, Flynn attempts to scare Americans/Westerners (it says something that he can barely differentiate between the two, but he generally lumps groups together ) into believing that ISIS/Al... Continue Reading →