I turned away from the ledge and moved back toward the bodies. The youngest man, perhaps 18 years old, lay on his back. Dust glazed his wide-open eyes and his coal-black hair splayed outward in a kind of pompadour halo. For insurgents in Afghanistan, a decision to die
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I turned away from the ledge and moved back toward the bodies. The youngest man, perhaps 18 years old, lay on his back. Dust glazed his wide-open eyes and his coal-black hair splayed outward in a kind of pompadour halo.

For insurgents in Afghanistan, a decision to die

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