Originally Posted by Pocketcity
Hey First Class. Here's a tale for you from ancient history---from before the Russians blundered into Afghanistan. In 1978, I traveled from India, across Pakistan, through the Khyber Pass and into Kabul. As the old bus left Peshawar, there were plenty of empty seats. But as we moved into the pass, I noticed that the bus was full and people were climbing up top. I got really worried because my pack was up there. So at a later stop, I climbed up top to join several men who seemed happy to have company. They were dressed in turbans and local robes. And they had cartridge bandoliers as well as rifles. I sat at the front with the main fellow on some bags. He knew all the men in the Pass, and soon he and I were conversing without a common language and I was waving to his friends, all of whom were heavily armed. In those days, the stories were that locals could make rifles from scratch out of metal from old trucks. Clearly, these were people you didn't want to take lightly. When we arrived at the top of the Pass, the bus emptied. I said good-bye to my new friend with a warm handshake. He disappeared into the crowd. Not too many minutes later, I dug my travel wallet out of my bag and discovered about $20 missing--a small fortune in those days in local currency. He didn't have time to pilfer the travelers checks. I probably enterrupted his work. But that's what friends are for.
Like I said, be careful, be smart, trust your training and chose your friends wisely. And thanks for everything you are doing. After 9/11, I helped create a scholarship fund for children of Marylanders who died in the towers and planes. I remain haunted by the memory of a lovely teenage girl who had the saddest face I will ever see. Her mother celebrated her birthday the night before and was then a flight attendant on the plane that hit the Pentagon. A good guy coach and father of two from Baltimore who had a meeting at headquarters in New York. A young mother with twin middle school boys at home. Another mother with an unborn child. All of these families and children and thousands more were given a seemingly unbearable life sentence. Maybe it is as simple as accomplishing your mission and looking after your mates. But for many back home, it is still very personal and anyone who helps to be sure we are never attacked again on our own soil deserves honor and respect. Thank you.
I'm glad to hear about all you're doing for the 9/11 victims, and it sounds like you had a great adventure here in Central Asia. Please understand that I do not take my work here lightly, and I always bear in mind what I'm fighting for, so do not attempt to put any sort of guilt trip on me. You won't get one. Perhaps you should come back here and experience what happens in Afghanistan on the anniversary of 9/11?
Anyway, none of this has anything to do with your poor choice in BlackBerry service for your son's world travels. I help a lot of people in my village with their BlackBerry devices, and the organic CDMA ones always cause the most problems, so I stand by my initial advice and will always suggest that one go with an organic GSM carrier if they plan to travel abroad.