5.
The Ugly Man, July 2012, Craig Hospital, Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan—
My case officer, Hilton Kresby had visited me after a few days in the hospital. He nervously chatted about a number of things, including when I’d be going home and so on. Doing almost all the talking.
Although still drifty from the massive amounts of morphine administered during the last four days, I finally put up the palm of my hand. “Okay, Big H, can the bullshit, man. Let’s talk about the f*****g mission.”
He looked slightly embarrassed, but nodded.
“We missed the al-Qaeda money man, right?” I said.
“Yeah, but you guys took out all of the top Taliban brass he was visiting.”
“How did that go down, exactly? It’s all still pretty damn fuzzy in my head.”
The nurse came in, and gave me two pills, and waited un
