nasheed (Islamic a cappella songs) and chatter on the large two-way radio the driver held blared from the motorbike. He looked at Naj and made a circle motion with his hand towards the sky.“Planes,” Naj said.
My stomach dropped.In the distance, we could see a chain of five helicopters flying. It was impossible to know whether they were Afghan or U.S.
forces but both had regularly been hitting Taliban targets. I looked at the militant’s white flag flapping above our escorts’ motorcycle and remembered being told that they no longer flew the flag in villages because it inevitably led to air strikes.
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