I am still reeling from everything we’ve seen in the last two days. Yesterday was an incredible experience when the Afghan Military invited us to their training academy and brought us to the ranges where they fire cannons. The blast was so loud I thought I was going to have a heart attack. The cannons were live fire and after they pulled the cord you could see the fireball explode in the distant mountain. The frightening part is children from a nearby village will wander onto the range to get casings to sell and put themselves in immense danger. One of the U.S. military’s missions is to go to these villages and tell the village elders about the dangers of walking into a range where they are shooting cannons!

The British general wanted me to pull the cord to one of the cannons since it was my birthday but the Afghan general had misgivings: a month ago there was an accident with one of the weapons and five Afghans got blown up. They found two without their heads. There is also a 10 percent rate of Taliban infiltration in the military and they have had suicide bombers kill people there. After hearing that I was more than content to just watch the spectacle.

We also met the perfect person to highlight in one of our stories. He was a Round Rock cop who was called out to Afghanistan and is now training the Afghan military. Let me tell you, when the guys weigh about 100 pounds each and have no education, he has a job ahead of him. Taking one look at this military, I have a feeling the U.S. won’t be out of here for many years to come if they don’t want a resurgence of the Taliban. I mean, no offense, but I could beat a lot of these guys up!