Ah, if only you knew what work we're doing. I lose guys and no one knows, fine men who lived and died without ever anyone knowing, heroic men. That's the truth about intelligence, everyone knows when you fail but when you succeed, no one except you and those in your branch know. If there was a way we could find Fazlu and end this, we would, believe me we would, we don't want to see our friends die, we don't want to see our people die but we put up with it and work day in and day out. Nameless soldiers, nameless martyrs performing unspecified services for a people who at the first given time disown them for anybody who'd gladly have their head. Believe me we want this to end much more than you ever could.