The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University

The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University

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detachments. The analyst of the Residency, Vladimir Khotyaev, would gather her reportsand prepare an hourly update about the progression of the coup for Moscow.Victor and Valery silently exited Osadchiy’s office, walked out of the embassy, andgot into Victor’s blue Toyota. They drove along Darul Aman Road to the center of the city,where the sounds of explosions and shooting were becoming increasingly loud and thesmoke billowing above the roofs of the houses thickened. As they drove by the SovietCultural Center they saw a battery of anti-tank guns facing towards the city’s perimeter. Alittle further down the road, near the headquarters of the Transport Police, two armoredvehicles were parked. They passed the vehicles, drove by the Shah-e du Shamshira Mosque,and entered Spinzar Square. From there they had to make their way very cautiouslytowards Hotel Kabul and Pashtunistan Square. The car zigzagged between tanks andarmored vehicles in various states: moving, shooting, parked, or burning. Fully armedplatoons and separate officers and soldiers in helmets equipped with bulletproof vests,grenade launchers, and Kalashnikovs darted between the tanks and armored vehicles.Some carried wounded soldiers on their backs or on stretchers. It seemed to Valery that thefighters were so preoccupied that they didn’t notice the blue Toyota with its foreignpassengers or other out-of-place civilian cars that occasionally appeared on the street. Heshared his impression with his partner.Victor agreed. “They have other things on their mind.”Realizing that he shouldn’t rely on his memory alone, Starostin pulled out his penand the postcard from his former boss in Moscow and began jotting down his observationson both sides of the postcard. The notes would become a draft of his future cable toMoscow.56

An intense firefight was underway from the Ark down to 26 Saratan Street * nearPashtunistan Square, the site of the Afghan Ministry of Defense. Tanks and armoredvehicles, maneuvering between burning vehicles, were shooting continuously at thepresidential palace. No fire, however, was being returned from the Ark walls. This led theoperatives to an important conclusion—the center of Daoud’s resistance had moved insidethe palace compound. There were no less than a hundred killed or seriously woundedsoldiers in the square in front of the Ark. Nobody was helping them. Some were trying tocrawl, some moaned in anguish, some were silent. Others tried to apply bandages to theirwounds. Spent shells, boots, helmets, and tatters of uniforms and human extremities lay inpuddles of blood before the palace.Victor calmly and masterfully avoided moving tanks and vehicles, as well as otherhazards, while maneuvering the car through this dangerous segment of the route. Concernsabout the possibility of live munitions led him to grant a wide berth to burning tanks andarmored vehicles. He made a similar effort to drive around the killed and wounded. Valerywas busy quickly counting the number of active and destroyed tanks and other vehiclesthat had participated in the storming of the palace. He noted the various attack positionsthat the rebels had taken up in their assault. The postcard in his hand quickly darkenedwith pen markings detailing the battle scene.After they finished surveillance of the front of the presidential compound, Victor andValery headed towards the Kabul International Airport. They had noticed many tanks andarmored vehicles moving in that direction as well. The Afghan Radio building, located enroute to the airport, was surrounded by tanks. They turned around on the circular plaza in* This was one of the nicest streets in Kabul. It was named in honor of Daoud's anti-monarchical coup, which,according to the Afghan calendar, occurred on the 26th of Saratan 1352 (July 17, 1973).57

detachments. <strong>The</strong> analyst of the Residency, Vladimir Khotyaev, would gather her reportsand prepare an hourly update about the progression of the coup for Moscow.Vic<strong>to</strong>r and Valery silently exited Osadchiy’s office, walked out of the embassy, andgot in<strong>to</strong> Vic<strong>to</strong>r’s blue Toyota. <strong>The</strong>y drove along Darul Aman <strong>Road</strong> <strong>to</strong> the center of the city,where the sounds of explosions and shooting were becoming increasingly loud and thesmoke billowing above the roofs of the houses thickened. As they drove by the SovietCultural Center they saw a battery of anti-tank guns facing <strong>to</strong>wards the city’s perimeter. Alittle further down the road, near the headquarters of the Transport Police, two armoredvehicles were parked. <strong>The</strong>y passed the vehicles, drove by the Shah-e du Shamshira Mosque,and entered Spinzar Square. From there they had <strong>to</strong> make their way very cautiously<strong>to</strong>wards Hotel Kabul and Pashtunistan Square. <strong>The</strong> car zigzagged between tanks andarmored vehicles in various states: moving, shooting, parked, or burning. Fully armedpla<strong>to</strong>ons and separate officers and soldiers in helmets equipped with bulletproof vests,grenade launchers, and Kalashnikovs darted between the tanks and armored vehicles.Some carried wounded soldiers on their backs or on stretchers. It seemed <strong>to</strong> Valery that thefighters were so preoccupied that they didn’t notice the blue Toyota with its foreignpassengers or other out-of-place civilian cars that occasionally appeared on the street. Heshared his impression with his partner.Vic<strong>to</strong>r agreed. “<strong>The</strong>y have other things on their mind.”Realizing that he shouldn’t rely on his memory alone, Starostin pulled out his penand the postcard from his former boss in Moscow and began jotting down his observationson both sides of the postcard. <strong>The</strong> notes would become a draft of his future cable <strong>to</strong>Moscow.56

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