A tragédia do Afeganistão

Por isso tenhamos sempre presente o que o Prof. Dietrich Dörner nos transmite no seu livro

“The Logic Of Failure: Recognizing And Avoiding Error In Complex Situations”, onde nos fala

de “todos os pequenos, cómodos e tão humanos erros de pensamento pelos quais, no melhor

dos casos, só paga um e, no pior, todo o globo”.

Abaixo uma referência a um exemplo típico de um daqueles “erros de pensamento” pelo qual

pagaram mais que uma pessoa – foram 13.000, só do lado inglês.

E quantos serão desta vez?

Rolf Dahmer

The Tragedy of Afghanistan

Theodor Fontane*

German novelist and poet

1819 – 1898

Snow like powder from the sky softly falls,
When before Djelalabad a rider halts.
“Who’s there” – “A caval’rist from Britains army
A message from Afghanistan I carry.”

Afghanistan. So weakly he’d said.
Half the town around him had met;
The British commander, Sir Robert Sale,
Helped to dismount the man who’s face was so pale.

Into a guard-house they guided him
And made him sit at the fire’s brim;
How warm was the fire, how bright was its shine,
He takes a deep breath, and begins to explain.

“Thirteen thousand men we had been,
When our outset from Kabul was seen –
Now soldiers, leaders, women and bairn
They are betrayed, and frozen and slain.

“Dispersed is the entire host,
Who is alive, in the darkness is lost.
A God to me salvation has sent –
To save the rest you may make an attempt.”

Sir Robert ascends the castle wall,
And soldiers and officers follow him all,
Sir Robert speaks “How dense the snow falls,
How hard they may seek, they’ll never see the walls.

“Like blindfold they’ll err and yet are so near,
The way to their safety, now let it them hear,
Play songs of old, of the homeland so bright;
Bugler, let thy tune carry far in the night.”

And they played and sang, and time passed by,
Song over song through the night they let fly,
The songs of their home so far and so dear,
And old Highland laments so mournful to hear.

They played all night and the following day,
They played like only love made them play;
The songs were still heard, but darkness did fall.
In vain is your watch, in vain is your call.

Those who should hear, they’ll hear nevermore,
Destroyed, dispersed is the proud host of yore;
With thirteen thousand their trail they began.
Only one man returned from Afghanistan.

* Theodor Fontane wrote the ballad “Das Trauerspiel von Afghanistan” while working as a foreign

correspondent in London in 1857. It is believed that the battle described here is from

the first of the three Anglo-Afghan Wars.



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