The Green Zone: Two worlds merge on one small strip of sidewalk in Afghanistan

By SPC Nicole Newton, 230th Signal CompanyJune 8, 2012

The Green Zone: Two worlds merge on that small strip of sidewalk
1 / 8 Show Caption + Hide Caption – A young Afghan girl and her little brother slowly approach the small group of 230th Signal Soldiers from the Tennessee National Guard to inquire about the camouflaged strangers in their area. The pair was just as curious about us as we were about the... (Photo Credit: U.S. Army) VIEW ORIGINAL
The Green Zone: Two worlds merge on that small strip of sidewalk
2 / 8 Show Caption + Hide Caption – During a trip to The Green Zone, a small strip of sidewalk located between two Army bases in Kabul we encountered friendly local national. They were washing vehicles, cementing crumbling walls, praying on their beautiful rugs, it didn't matter; they ... (Photo Credit: U.S. Army) VIEW ORIGINAL
The Green Zone: Two worlds merge on that small strip of sidewalk
3 / 8 Show Caption + Hide Caption – PFC Vance Dunn, member of the 230th Signal Company stops to take a photo with local Afghan children who excitedly came to greet our team and test out their salesmanship with bracelets made of beads and thread. The Green Zone is a small strip of sidew... (Photo Credit: U.S. Army) VIEW ORIGINAL
The Green Zone: Two worlds merge on that small strip of sidewalk
4 / 8 Show Caption + Hide Caption – The Green Zone, a small strip of sidewalk located between two Army bases in Kabul where a small group of 230th Signal Company Soldiers encountered friendly local national. They were washing vehicles, cementing crumbling walls, praying on their beauti... (Photo Credit: U.S. Army) VIEW ORIGINAL
The Green Zone: Two worlds merge on that small strip of sidewalk
5 / 8 Show Caption + Hide Caption – During a trip to The Green Zone, a small strip of sidewalk located between two Army bases in Kabul we encountered friendly local national. They were washing vehicles, cementing crumbling walls, praying on their beautiful rugs, it didn't matter; they ... (Photo Credit: U.S. Army) VIEW ORIGINAL
The Green Zone: Two worlds merge on that small strip of sidewalk
6 / 8 Show Caption + Hide Caption – During a trip to The Green Zone, a small strip of sidewalk located between two Army bases in Kabul we encountered friendly local national. They were washing vehicles, cementing crumbling walls, praying on their beautiful rugs, it didn't matter; they ... (Photo Credit: U.S. Army) VIEW ORIGINAL
The Green Zone: Two worlds merge on that small strip of sidewalk
7 / 8 Show Caption + Hide Caption – It was called the Green Zone, a small stretch of sidewalk between two Army bases in Kabul. It was an interesting walk down that short concrete path, and we met a variety of friendly locals, ranging from small children to elderly grandparents. Even a ... (Photo Credit: U.S. Army) VIEW ORIGINAL
The Green Zone: Two worlds merge on that small strip of sidewalk
8 / 8 Show Caption + Hide Caption – During a trip to the Green Zone, members of the 230th Signal Company were quickly met by an entourage of small children. Everyone encountered on that small strip of sidewalk that merged two worlds that afternoon, stopped what they were doing to obser... (Photo Credit: U.S. Army) VIEW ORIGINAL

KABUL, Afghanistan - "Ma'am! Ma'am! Excuse me ma'am!" the little boy said as he ran alongside me on the sidewalk. My fellow 230th Signal Company Soldiers and I were on our first mission outside the gates of Kandahar and traveled to the one area where visiting with locals of the city was allowed. Little did I know that my curiosity and my camera would be the tools that bridged the gap between two cultures that day.

It was called the Green Zone, a small stretch of sidewalk between two Army bases in Kabul. It was an interesting walk down that short concrete path, and we met a variety of friendly locals, ranging from small children to elderly grandparents. Even a bomb maker who swore he changed his ways after his hands and eyesight became mangled from a premature explosion, stopped by to say hello, a young boy led him around.

The small group of children who met us after our first few steps, soon became a large group of bubbly little curious salesmen. They ran to us, and alongside us, all wanting to sell us bracelets they had made from glass beads and colored thread. I hated to turn down their offers but I had no cash to give.

"Come on ma'aaaaam," the littlest salesman said to me, disbelief in his tone. "Hook-a-brotha-up," he said in perfect English as he held out his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

Those words stopped me in my tracks and I belted out a laugh, I couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth and I knew instantly that Americans have influenced these kids more than we knew.

"Where did you learn that?" I said through tears of laughter.

"From my school," he said and then pointed to my jacket sleeve, "your pens, I need those for my school, may I have them?"

I was hesitant for a moment, wondering if he was telling the truth and what kind of weapon he might be able to make from them. I always carry nice pens, not the cheap ones so it was a decision that lasted a few seconds in my head but in the end, his manners won me over.

"Ok," I said with a smile, "but you must promise to go to school and teach others everything that you learn, especially her." I said as I pointed to the small little girl, flawlessly beautiful and bright like a porceline doll, trying her best to keep up with the boys.

He put his hand to his heart, nodded in agreement and my heart almost melted.

My team and I continued our walk through the Green Zone, now with an entourage of small children. Everyone that we encountered stopped what they were doing to observe the camouflaged strangers in their area and they were especially interested in my camera.

They were washing vehicles, cementing crumbling walls, praying on their beautiful rugs, it didn't matter; they stopped what they were doing. They all wanted to be photographed and I happily obliged. I posed them, photographed them, and then watched the delight on their faces as they saw their pictures appear on that 3 inch screen located on the back of my camera.

It was such a simple thing but it was a special moment, where two worlds bonded on that small strip of sidewalk called the Green Zone, even if was only temporary.