He wishes there were more coffins, more funerals and much more pain.

Perhaps because it seems so appropriate, I don't notice the rain. It falls in sheets, a blanket of silvery thread rushing to the hard almost-winter ground. Still, I stand without moving at the side of the coffin.

He goes with our blessing and our best wishes.

Between the FBI and the FAA, none of them would have been able to get on any of those planes.

These similarities can't be dismissed as mere coincidence. He was in the middle of it, just like he told you from the witness stand.

He concealed the valuable information that he had about the impending attacks.