: America’s Time in Afghanistan Is Up. What We Owe to Their People Has No Expiry Date #WorldNEWS When you’re waging a ‘Forever War’, the one thing you think you always have enough

America’s Time in Afghanistan Is Up. What We Owe to Their People Has No Expiry Date #WorldNEWS
When you’re waging a ‘Forever War’, the one thing you think you always have enough of is time. Thats what the successive U. S. presidential administrations, the Pentagon, and State Department believed until the Taliban took control of Kabul last month without a shot fired. The seemingly inexhaustible resource of time had finally run out.
I saw it happening. I was in the country for Amnesty International to investigate war crimes and document cases of civilian casualties caused by heavy fighting in places like Kunduz and Baghlan, part of the slow grind that didn’t make headline news until the provincial capitals started to tumble like boulders in a landslide.
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First the earth moved slowly, then it collapsed in a rush. On Sunday, Aug. 15, just hours after the Afghanistan government collapsed, I was in a crowd of hundreds of people making our way across the runway at Kabul airport, trying to reach the military side of the airfield, the last place in the country safe from the Taliban.
The militant group had seized the capital city that morning, and by evening its fighters had entered the civilian side of the airport while we waited for a commercial flight that would never come. So hundreds of us took the only rational step left: run across an active runway, while the Marines on the other side opened fire and Apache helicopters dropped flares on our heads.
Some of the bullets from the M240 machine guns carved arcs of tracer light high into the night sky, some threw sparks as the Marines shot into the asphalt at our feet to scare us, and some cracked the tell-tale snap as they tore past our heads. As the bullets flew past my ears I threw myself on the ground. And then, because I trusted the Marines in front of me more than the Taliban behind, I got up and kept moving towards the American line.
I was one of the fortunate few to make it. I yelled “American!” and showed my passport, then got pulled to safety while the Afghans and Italians and Germans and Britons and U. S. green-card holders all got pushed away. The Marine officer who snatched me from the crowd and led me to the terminal for processing admitted he was surprised. He said they didn’t expect the desperate crowds so soon. They thought they had more time.
The U. S. set a deadline in Afghanistan, and yet still didn’t understand the clock was ticking. The panic at Kabul airport was the physical manifestation of much of the country’s anxiety that the window on their dream had shut.
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Many in the crowds who thronged the airport in the weeks that followed were people who knew they would be particular targets of Taliban reprisals: journalists, interpreters, activists, human rights defenders, and government workers who has been trying to get to the United States for years.