Pretty Boys.

via Instapundit, this look at the weirdness that is the Taliban. (And I suppose, Afghanistan in general).

Fromt that, I guess Kipling was wrong.

That last stanza should read:

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the Taliban come out to bugger what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier

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