A Poison Pill
In many ways, Khodemuddin’s house is a lot like the Afghan war. A study in jarring contrasts, it’s a perfect illustration of a conflict where ambiguity is the order of the day. It was in this room, about ten days ago, that the flower-loving commander–who, like many Afghans, uses only one name–explained to me why the Northern Alliance shouldn’t even contemplate taking Kabul. The Alliance, he said, would have no way to supply the capital once it was captured....