You've probably already seen this story, and perhaps it reminds you of one or more of the teetering heap of truly execrable novels churned out in the past nine years about Delta Force members or writers or teenagers or hijabbed women or detectives or writers or - heck, who knows, maybe Condaleeza Rice - trekking into Pashtunstan to find and take out Osama bin Laden. But this story is real. Frankly, one can admire the gumption of a man armed only with night-vision goggles, a pistol, a sword and probably a powerful sense of righteousness and impatience, going forth to right what he sees as one of the world's great injustices.
But, of course, the most disturbing part of the story is the last part, about how Mr. Faulkner needs regular dialysis. Somewhere nearby, a consular officer is already sleepless.