Every single one of us on that flight had been touched by tragedy and I believe that none of us gave a fuck about Afghan. Not the people or the country. Was the sacrifice worth it? Absolutely not. Unquestionably, some things in life are worth dying for: family, friends, but Afghan didn’t fall into that category. It was a fucked-up country when I arrived and it was just as fucked-up when I left – the only difference was that more blood had been spilled.
