Last October I met a 16-year-old kid from Waziristan named Tariq Aziz.
“He just wanted to sell books because by 2006 everyone wanted to know about the Taliban and Waziristan,” Mahsud says.
The American reported back to al Qaeda in Pakistan, meeting now in Waziristan with Kashmiri, his new handler.
“These drones were covering every inch of Waziristan a few days back,” says the commander.
“His impressive voice and spirit converted even the mountains of Waziristan,” the intelligence officer says.
The bearded man—7,000 miles away, in a mountainous village of Waziristan—runs for shelter.
Of those men, 14 remain free on the streets of Pakistan, one of them allegedly making suicide vests in Waziristan.
It even had a name, Waziristan House, after one of the most lawless districts along the Afghan-Pakistan border.
The 1st Battalion of the 25th Londons was preparing to march into Waziristan.