Twenty years ago I was watching, on TV, the towers being destroyed.
I still remember, vividly, the people falling from the buildings I had visited 6 short years before they been torn down by terrorists.
The buildings which were replaced by a huge gap in the Earth when I took my family to visit New York. The only other place in the world where I would live beside my home town, Bucharest, Romania.
I’m watching now desperate people trying to board a plane in Kabul’s airport as the American troops are pulling back.
This instantly brought back to my memory another famous image.
We can discuss at nauseam about the significance of these pictures.
Because significance is something we attach to things and we impart to events.
I prefer to turn my attention to realities.
The only difference between Afghanistan and Vietnam being that the Viet-Cong were communists.
And the link between them the fact that the American planners have understood nothing from the first debacle.
And yes, parallels are also something which is up to us to notice. Us, who have witnessed the events and who are free to attach significance to each of them.
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