He had now been summoned by Hudson to his temporary office in Camp Leatherneck to be debriefed. Matthers had sat and bitten his British stiff upper lip for five full minutes but could now control himself no longer.“Classified? Are you telling me I am not cleared to know what the hell happened at that Taliban base?”“Correct.” Hudson folded his arms.“How can that be? I am the UKSF liaison officer for ISAF!”“Colonel Matthers, what we have here is something my President has deemed way above your pay scale. Even I am forced to be a messenger boy, and the message is: thank you for your great support but we shall take it from here.”“We General? This is an ISAF operation. WE are ISAF not the US, WE the International community. Where is any of this in the ISAF mandate?”Hudson felt no annoyance; he knew the Brit would be angered. “Rest assured your Prime Minister and ISAF command is fully aware of the situation. Once again Colonel, your work has been greatly appreciated.”
