The account of Father Frank Morales, "a few days after the destruction of the World Trade Center"
" In front of me in a semi-circle, floodlit in the dead of night, I could see the entire devastation: on the right, the spiked remains of the south tower, the lower portion of which reminded me of the Parthenon, an earlier testament to a doomed civilization; to the left, a 2000°F pit, the infernal ruin of the north tower. The entire deathscape was cast in front of me like a remake of Apocalypse Now; I could see the tiny machines and people traverse the mountains of twisted steel and rich brown earth, a picture to defy comprehension.
Standing there, I was approached by a firefighter, a 40-ish, football-player looking guy from Queens; I never got his name. He told me he’d been there since immediately after the catastrophe. Spitting up blood and popping antibiotics, he said the wives of his friends buried somewhere beneath the burning toxic earth were calling him every day and asking him if he’d found their husbands yet.
I told him to go home, that he was sick. He looked at me and said, “I know I’m going to lose 10 years of my life here, but I can’t let my buddies down. I can’t go.”
Then, perhaps recognizing that I was somewhat overwhelmed by the devastation around us, he said, “Father, look at the earth. The people are in it.” He motioned to me to examine the soil I was standing in. It was rich and moist, enriched with the ground-up bodies of the dead.
My feet inside my boots began to tingle. I had truly arrived in hell. I was moved to utter, possibly for his benefit, “Hey, if I had somebody in this mess, I’d be pissed as shit, and yeah, I’d wanna get those motherfuckers.”
He put his hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Hey, it’s not about that.” He drew near to my ear. “You wanna know something? Bush and bin Laden have the same banker.” Later, another firefighter would advise me that the whole situation was one of “rich people fighting over oil with all of us caught in the middle.” "
http://www.warresisters.org/nva0102-3.htmAnd the pinnacle of prescience from KMAbush...
KMAbush (231 posts) Sep-09-01, 11:19 PM (ET)
14. For what it's worth...
which probably isn't much. I saw a long train of military equipment (tanks, tracked vehicles, HUMVEES, artillery pieces, etc.) heading north through Denver, presumably from Ft. Carson. All equipment had the Gulf War beige coloring.
It's probably not what I think it is, though. It's probably the Chimp selling excess U.S. military gear to his new friends in Afghanistan, the Taliban.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/cgi-bin/duforum/duboard.cgi?az=show_thread&om=99&forum=DCForumID30&archive=yes