Sitting in my makeshift room. I hear the voices of young children. It is obvious that they are playing and happy. Their laughs fill the air. Their language I do not understand, with the exception of a few phrases. But, joy in the voices of children is unmistakable and translates well across all barriers. There is a school just on the other side of the wall that is outside my room here on Forward Operating Base (FOB) Finley Shields in Jalalabad, Afghanistan. Every evening, and some mornings, the children can be heard. It is a reminder to me that life can be the same no matter where you are. It is a reminder that life is precious, no mater who you are or from where you come. My job this time has been very different than it was the last time that I was here. In one particular way, I find myself more engaged with the local people. I have met two of the mullahs that are near where I live. I will be meeting more. Thanks to the Chaplain who preceded me, George Oanca, I was in...