The soldiers at the gate are not pleased that I have invited a Taliban commander for tea. “What the fuck?” they say, laughing but sort of not laughing. “You mean we gotta search that motherfucker? Man, shit. I mean, if he’s, like, wearing [...]
A National Journal of Literature & Discussion
The Talking Season
By Neil Shea
Moving awkwardly across winter fields, avoiding men, women walk to the funeral of a local elder in the Pech Valley near Combat Outpost Honaker-Miracle.
