My wife and I decidedto go on an organized trip to Afghanistan, to see for ourselves what the place was like. The MidEast was my bailiwick in the final years I worked for Uncle Sam but I knew the area had changed a lot since I operated there. We experienced the expected trepidation one would expect from entering a potentially interdicted zone but we were more curious than fearful and our guide was credentialized.
It didn't start well asthe train we were traveling on broke down just few miles south of the station. We found ourselves stranded in a scary hell hole where no one around us spoke any English! Our first thought was that we had made a mistake and possibly misjudged our safety factor
The train, andsurrounding streets were full of Muslims, angry bearded types glared at us, my wife stood out in her brightly colored sun-dress, as all the local women were draped in black, head to toe, burkas. Being aware that we were the cynosure of many eyes, we became extremely scared and convinced that we were in deep trouble.
Just then, Dave ourgroup leader ushered us off the train and around the corner from Dearborn AMTRAK Station to the Greyhound terminal, where we continued our journey safely to Detroit Metro Airport. Jim Morris