Alexander the Great led his army into Afghanistan in the
fifth century BC spending two years there. He found the lands so enchanting that he
fathered his only son with a beautiful woman from the north named Roxanne. Alexander had conquered the best armies of
the known world on his mission of bringing their lands into a community of
Hellenistic ideas, culture and governance.
He left physical reminders of Greece, most notably Herat’s ancient
citadel and other monoliths as a testament to all that Hellenism had to
offer.
Some of his men remained in these
lands beginning the lineage that today makes up the blond-haired blue-eyed Afghan
Nooristanis. Like dust wedged in the
crevices of their shields, those that did return to Greece no doubt brought
back some of Afghanistan with them.
Twenty
three hundred years later, our boots again walk these lands to forge, in
partnership, a lasting capacity for these people. Many believe the Afghans can only be on the
receiving end of this century’s version of the Greek message, but I believe that
like then, a bit of that Afghan dust will remain on our shields when we return
home.
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