Maybe the woman can make some Afghans to pass the time, before tearing the eyes out of the heads of American servicemen with their fingernails, as is the custom of their tribe.
Maybe the woman can make some Afghans to pass the time, before tearing the eyes out of the heads of American servicemen with their fingernails, as is the custom of their tribe.
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan plains And the women come out to pick your remains Just reach for your rifle and blow out your brains And go to your god like a soldier.
(Rudyard Kipling - 1890something)
*When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan plains
And the women come out to pick your remains
Just reach for your rifle and blow out your brains
And go to your god like a soldier.*
(Rudyard Kipling - 1890something)
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