Afghan Dawn
Watching the sun rise over the mountains in Afghanistan is normally a thing of joy, because it meant two things: you had survived the night, and you had time to appreciate the beauty of the scene. This probably was more important to those of us grunts who were from the West, but even the Easterners could see our point when we mentioned it. I was the squad leader in a mortar squad, usually one of the choicer assignments in the Army when we were on deployment. It did have some bad points, like...