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Monica’s Tale
Monica’s TaleYoung and arrogant, radical Islamics have no respect for women. Therefore during my tour I had little respect for them. But one acclimates to accept cultural differences... to a degree. I stayed away, avoided interacting with the local males. Then there came an occasion to assist in refurbishing the school of a small village. It had been collaterally damaged during some bombing and community relations dictated that the Army pitch in to make schooling available. We finished the work, requiring a full week. Lots of plaster. Lots of paint. But worth the time spent. Under the Taliban, the Afghani girls had not attended school for years. We felt good about our efforts. Opening day came. The pretty young girls assembled to parade in unison, symbolically showing defiance, collectiv
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