In June of 1979, I went to Afghanistan and a little bit later witnessed the
Russian military coup. Exactly on Christmas day, the same year, the Soviet
Army used powerful artillery and took the country by militarily force. I
could have left Afghanistan before, but stayed and prayed to our Heavenly
Father, that perhaps my staying could change the outcome. It was the first
time I heard bombs, machinegun fire, saw circling modern Russian MIGs and
attack helicopters flying all the time over Kabul City. Armed Russian
soldiers were constantly patrolling the whole City of Kabul.
To be honest, I was scared that I might get killed by Soviet Soldiers or by
Afghan Mujahadeen fighters, because in their eyes I looked like a Soviet
person. A few Western tourists got killed by mistake, because of their white
complexion and Mujahadeen just aimed at them, believing they were Russians.
During that time, I met staff of the US Embassy in Kabul, inviting me to
play American soccer. Afterwards they told me, that I did quite well,
because I had played soccer in Germany before. This was a very nice
experience - playing American soccer. All Westerners who remained in Kabul
became good friends, because of the growing tensions.

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