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This is not a good place," says allah Mahmad, quickening his pace. "But this is where we live...
...farmhouse walls scarred by shrapnel and bullets. To our right, in the fading light, an empty expanse of ground stretches to Taliban positions 600 m distant. Both sides of the road are heavily mined. The road itself is totally exposed. "We're in a salient out here," says Allah Mahmad, who defends the ruins ahead. "We've got Talibs and Arabs to the left flank, the right flank and out front. For the past two years they've hit us with everything they've got. We've lost a lot of people but we're still here...
Supplies are a major problem. Sitting in a shell-pocked command post with a panoramic view of the Kapisa front lines, Mahmad Zahir, a platoon commander with 21 years of combat experience, pulls out three Kalashnikov rifle magazines from the webbing under his jacket and lays them on the floor for inspection. Two of the three are empty. "We're short of ammunition--for tanks, artillery, machine guns, rifles. It's already cold, but we don't have enough blankets, and we have no winter uniforms," says the bearded, sunken-cheeked veteran. "If the Americans hit the Taliban...
...Supplies are a major problem. Sitting in a shell-pocked command post with a panoramic view of the Kapisa front lines, Mahmad Zahir, a platoon commander with 21 years of combat experience, pulls out three Kalashnikov rifle magazines from the webbing under his jacket and lays them on the floor for inspection. Two of the three are empty. "We're short of ammunition?for tanks, artillery, machine guns, rifles. It's already cold, but we don't have enough blankets, and we have no winter uniforms," says the bearded, sunken-cheeked veteran. "If the Americans hit the Taliban...
...forested ridgeline near Barikot, Commander Mahmad Alam carefully adjusts the range finder on his new green BM-13 rocket launcher. His men screw fuses into Chinese-made rockets and slide them into the barrels. Another guerrilla commander, the bearded and burly Sher Mohammed, scans the horizon with a brand-new pair of West German military binoculars. Mahmad Alam confers via walkie-talkie with his forward artillery observer. "God is Great!" the devout guerrillas shout, almost in prayer. "Long live Islam! Long live Afghanistan! Death to Communism...