Some middle-aged American got picked up in Pakistan for moseying around the Afghan border, presumably to find Osama bin Forgotten. When the Pakistanis picked him up, he had in his possession a handgun, night-vision goggles, a sword, and “Christian religious literature.”
You have to be a few fries short of a Happy Meal to be wandering around that part of the world with an American passport and a bag full of Chick tracts. I’m assuming he was toting locally-acquired hardware, since it’s much easier to buy a gat at the bazaar in Peshawar than to get on an international flight with one, but I’d like to picture the lonesome warrior for justice armed with a .45-caliber Ruger in a gun show special nylon holster (“with a pouch for the spare clip!”), and a ninja sword obtained from Wacky Bob’s 2AM sales special on the Teevee.
Once again, life writes the best comedies. You put that shit in a book, people will roll their eyes and say, “As if.” The only possible way this article could be any better is if Captain Liberty’s backpack had also included a home-made superhero costume and/or one of those “Terrorist Hunting Permit” bumper stickers.