On the morning of November 4, 2001, Abdul Rashid Dostum, a warlord of the Uzbek contingent of Northern Alliance fighters surging forth against the Taliban in Afghanistan, was eavesdropping on his CIA adviser as the American radioed in an air strike. Dostum was astounded to discover that the pilot of the overhead US Navy F/A-18 Hornet was a woman.
Disbelieving, the Afghan demanded that the pilot recite some poetry. When she responded courteously, “I don’t know any f***ing poetry,” he urged her to sing a song. The naval officer in the cockpit responded with a tuneless rendering of Anchors Aweigh. This caused the CIA agent, David Tyson, to mutter fervently that he hoped she was a better pilot than songstress.