When I think of Afghanistan, I remember a poor but proud country that was just able to keep its head above water. In 1972 when I was last there, King Zahir Shah was still on the throne. The government controlled the main cities along the main roads, but tribal chieftains, for all intents and purposes, were a law unto their own in the interior. People had just enough to eat in the countryside, but real hardship was never far away. They were not starving, however. And international aid agencies didn't have to supply the country with anything.
Oddly enough, one of my fondest memories of Afghanistan was the food. You could get wonderful fresh fruits in the markets. The many varieties of mel...Read More