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questioning. Such actions were deeply humiliating. The rockets we had been dealing with were retaliation. I too would be pretty upset if someone had done that to me in front of my family. “What else did you learn?” I asked. “They want their kids to go to school,” he replied. “They only have one tiny building for 500 children. It has three walls and no roof.” We saw this as an opportunity to build a bridge with the community. Working together with local leaders and parents for Afghan children was a key part of our game plan for building relationships. When families and friends asked what our unit wanted in care packages, we encouraged them to send school supplies such as notebooks, pens, and pencils. They responded generously and within a few weeks we had collected truckloads. I asked Sher Ahmad if he was willing to return to Saw Village to bring the supplies we had collected to the school. He agreed eagerly. The very next day, the Saw Village elders walked 15 miles to our Forward Operating Base. They wanted to meet. The large, rectangular meeting room was adorned with carpets and pillows and pictures of Americans and Afghans working together. The elders stood to greet us. They each wore the pakol, the famous round, flat headgear of eastern Afghanistan, and the traditional shalwar kameez, a long shirt and trouser outfit. Many gray beards were present, as well as a few younger representatives. The chief mullah, or religious cleric, and the school headmaster were there, too. The shura (council) leader handed me a stack of papers. “Commandant, these are 34 | JOURNEY OF HOPE from our children,” my interpreter translated from Pashtu as he handed me the package. Not knowing what to expect, I thanked him and unfolded the top sheet of lined notebook paper revealing a neat and precise Arabic script. “They are thank you notes,” he explained, “written with the pens and paper you sent.” I was stunned. “There would have been more,” he continued, “but many children did not believe their handwriting was good enough to show you.” The humility and kindness of this simple gesture was touching. We spoke for