MARJAB, Afghanistan – For one day, in one village, counterinsurgency efforts seemed to be working.
Blue Platoon from nearby Camp Spann in Balkh province rolled into dusty Marjab village on the southern edge of the city of Mazar-e-Sharif on Monday. They came to hand out rice bought at a local market and toys for the kids. But they also brought news: Construction on new schoolrooms and drilling to remedy the village’s briny well water would start the following week.
The area is secure enough for aid and construction. There have been no Taliban members for some time, so the unit has the luxury of shaking hands and making friends, with no body armor and no noticeable tenseness.
Blue Platoon is a personal security detachment for when the colonel goes to meet with key locals. But some noncommissioned officers, in this case Staff Sgt. Anthony Riggs, took it upon themselves to stop the trucks while going through Marjab and talk to the elders. Kids had been throwing rocks at the huge armored vehicles, but there was no overt danger. Soon they were meeting regularly, and trying to see what the locals needed.
The team piled out of their four MATVs – Mine Resistant Ambush Protected vehicles modified for Afghanistan’s awful road system – and were promptly mobbed. But soon after they started handing out food, word came that the village elders wanted to talk first.
So the soldiers, with1st Brigade, Special Troops Battalion, 10th Mountain Division, buttoned up the vehicles and walked a short distance to the boys school, which was in summer recess. There, one of the elders, 45-year-old Zalmay Malik, brought up the urgent need to build.
“We need more rooms, more classrooms,” Zalmay said, though this was all for emphasis; the guys had heard all this before. Another weighed in. “In summer, it is very hot. In winter, it is very cold. Too many students – you see the tents,” he said through the interpreter.
It was indeed hot. One soldier estimated it was “between 100 ‘n’ … 200.”
“We are bringing a contractor next week to do an appraisal,” said Sgt. Peter Walsh. “We will do a boys school and a girls school. We will also redo the wells for both schools.” He promised that construction would start within a month.
The soldiers were paying a local engineer for an estimate. If they deemed it fair, they had $50,000 at their disposal for the engineer and the local contractors, who would in turn hire local laborers to perform the work.
The soldiers toured the modest buildings. An Afghan said 40 kids had to cram into the first room, about 12 feet by 14 feet. The exercise repeated itself, room to room; no space, blistering hot. But at least they were out of the sun, which beat down on those consigned to lessons in shredded tents flapping on their steel skeletons.
Everyone returned to the trucks to finish handing out what they’d brought. When Sgt. Vernon Cole Etheridge emerged from the back of a vehicle with a stuffed animal, the kids went nuts. Each toss set off a scrum, with the bigger kids having their way. One small child was reduced to tears when his stuffed lizard was ripped from his hands. He was consoled, but just barely, with a reporter’s pen.
Finally, the soldiers repaired to Zalmay’s house for some locally grown watermelon and more discussion. Zalmay spoke of his hopes for his young daughter, holding the hand of a female soldier and joking that the specialist should take the young girl with her. Someone asked, “How old is your son?”
That was his nephew, the interpreter relayed. “His father was killed by the Taliban. We hate the Taliban.”
Then Zalmay thanked the soldiers for coming “so far from your homes” to help Afghanistan.
“We hope we have peace and stability so you can return to your wives and families.”