The Afghans were always a secretive race, and vastly preferred
doing something wicked to saying anything at all. They would be
quiet and well-behaved for months, till one night, without word
or warning, they would rush a police-post, cut the throats of a
constable or two, dash through a village, carry away three or
four women, and withdraw, in the red glare of burning thatch,
driving the cattle and goats before them to their own desolate hills.
1 comment:
The more things change the more
they remain the same....Remarkably consistent creatures these humans ...dressing and reassuring all at
the same time.
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