Abandon hope all who enter Afghanistan

ROBERT FISK recounts a lesson of history: Afghanistan always beats its invaders.

On the heights of the Kabul Gorge, they still find ancient belt buckles and corroded sword hilts.

You can no longer read the insignia of the British regiments of the old East India Company but their bones - those of all 16,000 of them - still lie somewhere amid the dark earth and scree of the most forbidding mountains in Afghanistan.

Like the British who came later, like the Russians who were to arrive more than a century afterwards, General William Elphinstone's campaign was surrounded with rhetoric and high principles and ended in disaster. George Bush jun and Nato, please note.

Indeed, if there is one country - calling it a nation would be a misnomer - that the West should avoid militarily, it is the tribal land in which Osama bin Laden maintains his obscure sanctuary.

Just over two decades ago, I found out what it was like to be on an invasion army in that breathlessly beautiful, wild, proud plateau.

Arrested by the Russian Parachute Regiment near the Salang Tunnel, I was sent with a Soviet convoy back to Kabul. We were ambushed, and out of the snowdrifts came the Afghans, carrying knives. An air strike and the arrival of Soviet Tadjik troops saved us.

But the mighty Red Army had been humbled before men who could not write their own names and whose politics were so remote that a mujahid fighter would later insist to me that London was occupied by Russian troops.

Back in 1839, the British were also worried about the Russians. General Elphinstone, anxious to put an end to Dost Mohamed's flirtation with the Tsar, led an East India Company army of 16,500 - along with 38,000 followers - into Afghanistan, took Kandahar and entered Kabul on June 30 with the first foreign force to occupy the city in modern times.

Dost Mohamed was dispatched to exile in India, but the Afghans were not prepared to be placed under British tutelage.

To garrison a foreign army in Kabul was folly, as Elphinstone must have realised when, on November 1, 1840, a British official, Alexander Burns, was hacked to pieces by a mob in the souk and his head impaled on a stake.

A 300-strong British unit in the field fled for its life back to Kabul. And when Dost Mohamed's son turned up, leading an Afghan army of 30,000, Elphinstone was doomed.

He bartered his freedom in return for a safe passage back to the British fort in Jalalabad, close to the Indian frontier.

It was one of the coldest winters on record and with few supplies, virtually no food and false promises of safety, he led his army - their columns 10 miles in length - out into the frozen desolation of the Kabul Gorge.

The camp followers were left by the wayside; contemporary records describe Indian women attached to the British Army's colonial force, stripped naked, starving, raped and knifed by Afghan tribesmen, their corpses left in the snow. Elphinstone had long since given up trying to protect them.

Yet each new foray down the chasm of the Kabul Gorge - I was to see the remains of a Russian convoy littered across the same track almost 140 years later - led to further ambushes and massacres.

Elphinstone secured the safety of himself, a few officers and a party of English ladies. The last British guardsmen were cut down on the heights, surrounded by thousands of Afghans, firing to the last round, the company commander dying with the Union flag wrapped around his waist.

Days later, the last survivor of the massacres, reached the British fort at Jalalabad. It was to date the greatest defeat of British arms in history.

The British clung to Afghanistan as if it was a jewel in the crown. Under the Treaty of Gandamak, the Amir Yakub Khan could rule Kabul and a British embassy would be opened in the city.

But within months, in 1879, the residency was under siege, its few occupants fighting - once more - to the last man. With the embassy on fire, the handful of Britons inside made repeated forays into the ranks of the Afghans.

Within hours, the British were fighting from the burning roof of the residency, slashed to bits with swords, stripped and their bodies burned.

Ironically, one of Elphinstone's successors was visiting the site of the 1842 massacre in 1880 when he heard that his army - this was the Second Afghan War - had been attacked in a remote semi-desert called Maiwand, where the 30th Bombay Infantry was fighting off thousands of ghazi warriors who were charging suicidally at British cannon and Egyptian colonial troops.

Savage in their assaults and utterly heedless of their own lives they threw themselves among the British.

The British fled. In all, they lost 1320 men, including 21 officers, along with 1000 rifles and at least 600 swords.

The Great Game was supposed to be about frontiers - about keeping a British-controlled Afghanistan between the Indian Empire and the Russian border - but it was a history of betrayals.

Those we thought were on our side turned out to be against us. Until 1878, we had thought the Amir Sher Ali Khan of Kabul was our friend, ready to fight for the British Empire - just as a man called Osama bin Laden would later fight the Russians on "our" behalf - but he forbade passage to British troops and encouraged the robbery of British merchants.

The Amir's aiding and abetting of the murder of the British Embassy staff was "a treacherous and cowardly crime, which has brought indelible disgrace upon the Afghan people," Sir Frederick Roberts announced in 1879 when, yet again, the British had occupied Kabul.

The Amir's followers "should not escape ... penalty and ... the punishment inflicted should be such as will be felt and remembered ...

"All persons convicted of bearing a part [in the murders] will be dealt with according to their deserts."

It was an ancient, Victorian warning, a ghostly preamble to the words we have been hearing from Bush.

Perhaps we could all go back to the history books before suggesting - and the idea of such an adventure is clearly being dreamed of in Washington - that the Great Game should be taken up once more.

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