The killing of Osama bin Laden brought me back to a time thirty years ago when I passed by the Pakistani military base in Abbottabad near bin Laden's compound. I was in Pakistan for the summer working with a refugee agency. We traveled all over northern Pakistan looking for small encampments of Afghan refugees who had fled their country during the Soviet invasion.
This picture is of an Afghan man whose family was camped on a hot, desert plain between Peshawar and the famed Khyber Pass. We took food, clothing and some tents to this small, very destitute camp of a few hundred people. After our truck was unloaded, this man came up to me, took both my hands in his, shook them, and then reached up and stroked the beard on my chin.
Our guide told me that what he had done was to honor me with his respect and thanks in a very traditional Afghan manner.