The driver who found them beside the airports Southern Perimeter Road at midnight, a respected businessman, told us: I had stopped at an Esso garage and saw the pages flapping at the roadside. When I saw the Metropolitan Police crest and the word Confidential I knew they were important.
So this guys gives them to a newspaper? What? I smell something rotten.
Perhaps what is most rotten is the apatriotic zeal by which the common man would relinquish such information for a stipend prior to returning it to proper authority. That speaks volumes more to the status quo than any preparation might anticipate.
The real enemy isn't the soldier, but the common man who doesn't value freedom and legitimate authority, but prefers temporal selfish gain.
My thoughts as well.