Spring becomes Babaji, a rural suburb of Lashkar Gah, the capital of the southern province of Helmand. Light-green wheat fields grow waist-high, and narrow irrigation canals run almost clear. “It’s beautiful,” I told Mohammad Sahi, 21, an officer in the Afghan national police, as we stood on a sagging thatched roof in the afternoon sun.
Mr. Sahi smiled, leaning on a sandbagged lookout. With his finger he drew a semicircle across the fields ahead. “No man’s land,” he said. Pointing to a cluster of abandoned houses a mile to the northwest, he said, “Taliban.” To another mass of houses north: “Taliban.” Then east, toward a dense tree line.… Seguir leyendo »