A TALE OF WAR -
A SEARCH FOR PEACE
THE PROLOGUE:
A CELL PHONE RINGS...
A message is hurriedly delivered and both the food and the table almost tip over in the haste to move toward the door.
The friction caused by two pair of scurrying feet nearly matches the rapid beating of at least one heart so used to this...
and yet...never quite ready for it.
The story beckons...OUT THERE, and that talented young journalist ONE MORE TIME...RACES to catch it, shape it, frame it, and to share it with a waiting audience ALWAYS HUNGRY for his magical delivery.
Soon, it will be over...but will it? Will it EVER be really finished? The quickening steps toward what he doesn't know. What awaits THIS time? Waits for his intelligence, his training, and his heart to come. Come, observe, and encase it inside his skills. We'll know soon enough as will he. And without question we will be the better for his magic. His heart. His story.
and yet...never quite ready for it.
The story beckons...OUT THERE, and that talented young journalist ONE MORE TIME...RACES to catch it, shape it, frame it, and to share it with a waiting audience ALWAYS HUNGRY for his magical delivery.
Soon, it will be over...but will it? Will it EVER be really finished? The quickening steps toward what he doesn't know. What awaits THIS time? Waits for his intelligence, his training, and his heart to come. Come, observe, and encase it inside his skills. We'll know soon enough as will he. And without question we will be the better for his magic. His heart. His story.
Afghanistan. Both the country and its long-suffering people. The story...told, through the prism of eyes at once both young and prematurely old. PTSD mixed with youthful exuberance. Quite the not so little story and nobody tells it quite like him.
This time, however, there may be a twist...in the persona of a young writer from the United States.
But unlike Mustafa, he is not a combat journalist. Not used to the ways of war, and not used to the hard-scrabble life of a country in turmoil. So will he be able to handle the things he has never seen and at most only read about? Will he be a help to the battle-seasoned Mustafa or only a distraction. His heart is to learn more and to capture Mustafa and his story, but will that be even remotely possible, considering the situations that well may confront them?
We shall find out all that as well, as our story begins...
shortly after Dylan's (aka Bear) arrival in Kabul.
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But unlike Mustafa, he is not a combat journalist. Not used to the ways of war, and not used to the hard-scrabble life of a country in turmoil. So will he be able to handle the things he has never seen and at most only read about? Will he be a help to the battle-seasoned Mustafa or only a distraction. His heart is to learn more and to capture Mustafa and his story, but will that be even remotely possible, considering the situations that well may confront them?
We shall find out all that as well, as our story begins...
shortly after Dylan's (aka Bear) arrival in Kabul.
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