When you're wounded and left on
Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up
what remains,
Just roll to your rifle and blow out your
brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
—KIPLING.
The proud young Amir of Afghanistan is the despot of a mountain realm rising like a sword between British India and Asiatic Russia. He divides one from the other, defies both. Last week the Amir Amanullah (literally "The Sovereign Lord 'Peace of God' ")...
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