The ones we leave behind
An Afghan man I’ll call “Mohammed” saved my life. It was 2001, just over two months since the Sept. 11 attacks, when Mohammed drove me into Afghanistan as Kabul was falling. He spirited me through a Taliban checkpoint between Jalalabad and the capital, where, an hour or so later, a car full of journalists were brutally killed.
Mohammed found me, then a CBS News reporter, a safe place to stay in chaotic post-Taliban
