In a Washington Post story about the Bush administration designating Americans as combatants, the Post reporter writes,
Thanks to enforcement of “the wall” by FBI lawyers, they [administration officials] note, pre-Sept. 11 permission to search Moussaoui’s computer was not sought, a crucial missed opportunity to prevent the attacks.
Huh? According to statements by FBI director Robert Mueller, Moussaoi’s laptop contained a lot of information about crop dusting planes and ways to dispersion of pesticides, but there was nothing on his laptop that pertained directly to 9/11.
The story about 911
9 years had passed since the 911 Terrorist Attack, but the scar in our hearts could be recovered as quickly as the city. New buildings may be built up again, but the ones we lost could never come back to our life. Everything was happened so quickly.
At that morning, we just kissed goodbye with our beloved and thought they would come back as usual at night. As soon as I heard the news, I was so scared that I was afraid of receiving any calls from both of the towers of the World Trade Center. The victims were not all the workers there. Some of my friends lost their family members or friends that day. One of them described the feeling she had at that time. Her husband was in the vocation at that day and he just hung out down town and then he received a call from his friend. So he went to the World Trade Centre to find his friend. My friend Susan did not know her husband was there. They just had a quarrel that morning. So when she received a call from him, she did not answer it immediately. He was trying to escape to the roof while he phoned her. Maybe he knew this call would be the last connection they would have so he continued calling. But everything was too late when Susan answered the phone. He only had time to tell her he was in the North Tower of the World Trade Centre and then they lost the signal. That sentence became the last sentence they had.
Susan then shut herself in a room for over one year. She just held the pink rubber wristband her husband bought to her. She could not believe they just quarreled for the color of this wristband. She thought about hundreds of thousands of if, every if story lead to a happy ending. If they did not have that quarrel, her husband would not go down town and they would have happy time now. Finally, Susan suicided on her husband’s birthday. She could not shoulder the reality of losing him. May they rest in peace.