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Northern Alliance mujaheddins on Salang Pass, northern side
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The commander of a multiple-barrel rocket launcher belonging to Ahmed Shah Massud's forces
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Resting Mujaheddins at an ice cream shop in Sha-Re-Nau district, Kabul
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Loading an ammo truck in Bagram airbase
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460416 Shomali plains, antiaircraft gun
460413 Fighter in Shomali plain, north of Kabul
460344 Shomali plains, north of Kabul
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460076 South of Kabul, along the road to Maidan Shar
460107, Kabul, June 1995: Special forces were in town due to the presence of Pres. Burhanuddin Rabbani who participated to the mournings of a whole family, after the capital was attacked by planes from Gen. Dostum, former Jumbush-I-Melli leader
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460418 Gen. Dostum's troops, a long the new road, north of Kabul
460534 South of Jabal-Seraj: a T-55 tank towing a similar vehicle (visible in the background)
460419 Militias from Gen. Dostum's Jumbush-I-Melli party
460094 Just north of Salang pass tunnel
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460162, June 1995, Bamiyan
460412 Close to Bagram Air Base: These militias from Jumbush - I - Melli were about to install a just-repaired engine in a T-55 tank
460415 Charikar: Field artillery belonging to Commander Massud forces
460414 Jabal-Seraj
460191 On the hills surrounding Kabul
461223 I met this fighter together with his amputated buddy on the way to Estalef
461224 Destroyed T-55 russian bulit tank on the way to Hazarajat
461245 Jamiat-I-Islami troops in Kabul
461246 T-55 tank near Bagram air base
461247 Loading ammunitions and rocket-propelled grenades on a helicopter heading to Bamiyan
460149 Local commander in Shomali plains
461251 Truck with anti-aircraft machine-gun
461255 Fighter on Shomali plains, just south of Charikar
Farewell, good ol' Marjan... The lone king of Kabul zoo succumbs to his age at 48, after surviving years and years of deprivations and symbolizing to kabulis the spirit of resiliency itself Well.....that's sad news, indeed. To my eyes, Marjan symbolized hope. However, in thinking about that dear old lion's death I choose to believe that when he heard the swoosh of kites flying over Kabul, heard the roars from the football stadium, experienced the renewed sounds of music in the air and heard the click-click of chess pieces being moved around chessboards....well, the old guy knew that there was plenty of hope around and it was okay for him to let go and fly off, amid kite strings, to wherever it is the spirits of animals go.
Peace to you Marjan and peace to Afghanistan.
[Diana Smith, via the Internet]