In the coming debates over the new McChrystal plans for Afghanistan and his requests for more time, more troops, some voices will not be heard.

Afghan voices.

Last week, the Guardian gave some of them an opportunity to speak to us – and all those who want to debate their pet COIN theories or their latest "nationbuilding" schemes, would do well to pause and listen.

The Afghans interviewed were from "the Chardarah district of Kunduz province in northern Afghanistan" where US bombers at the request of German commanders dropped  bombs on two stuck fuel tankers that had been hijacked by the Taliban. 

Assadullah, a thin 19-year-old with a wisp of black hair falling on his forehead, got a call from a friend who said the Taliban were distributing free fuel.

"I took two fuel cans with me, I called my brother and a friend and we went. There was a full moon and we could see very clearly. There were a lot of people already there. They were pushing and shoving, trying to reach the tap to fill their jerry cans. We are poor people, and we all wanted to get some fuel for the winter.

"I filled my cans and moved away while my brother was pushing to fill his. I walked for a hundred, maybe two hundred metres."

It was about 1am on Friday that the aircraft attacked and incinerated the stolen fuel tankers. "There was a big light in the sky and then an explosion," Assadullah said. "I fell on my face. When I came to, there was thick smoke and I couldn’t see anything. I called, I shouted for my brother but he didn’t answer. I couldn’t see him. There was fire everywhere and silence and bodies were burning."

The bodies found after the bombing were so destroyed, there was no way to tell who was who:

So the elders stepped in. They collected all the bodies they could and asked the people to tell them how many relatives each family had lost.

A queue formed. One by one the bereaved gave the names of missing brothers, cousins, sons and nephews, and each in turn received their quota of corpses. It didn’t matter who was who, everyone was mangled beyond recognition anyway. All that mattered was that they had a body to bury and perform prayers upon.

And while the various "official investigations" will now debate how many victims were Taliban, how many "unarmed Taliban" and how many civilians, the villagers will not care. Instead this is what they will remember:

Jan Mohammad, an old man with a white beard and green eyes, said angrily: "I ran, I ran to find my son because nobody would give me a lift. I couldn’t find him."

He dropped his head on his palm that was resting on the table, and started banging his head against his white mottled hand. When he raised his head his eyes were red and tears were rolling down his cheek: "I couldn’t find my son, so I took a piece of flesh with me home and I called it my son. I told my wife we had him, but I didn’t let his children or anyone see. We buried the flesh as it if was my son."


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