I’m a longtime conflict reporter. In 2010 I was shot in the head with an RPG, blinding me in one eye...
CHAPTER 1 - Freelancing in Afghanistan
September 6, 2010, Kunar Province, Eastern Afghanistan
The company commander at Combat Outpost Pirtle King in eastern Afghanistan only half-heartedly offers to let me tag along on a mission in the mountains that kicks off at 3:00 in the morning, probably assuming I’m not up to it. He warns me it’s an all-day, ass-breaking hump up steep mountains littered with ankle-twisting rocks and Taliban bogeymen.
Daunted as I am by his . . .
CHAPTER 1 - Freelancing in Afghanistan
September 6, 2010, Kunar Province, Eastern Afghanistan
The company commander at Combat Outpost Pirtle King in eastern Afghanistan only half-heartedly offers to let me tag along on a mission in the mountains that kicks off at 3:00 in the morning, probably assuming I’m not up to it. He warns me it’s an all-day, ass-breaking hump up steep mountains littered with ankle-twisting rocks and Taliban bogeymen.
Daunted as I am by his . . .
