A PRETEXT FOR WAR JAMES BAMFORD PDF

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Steve Coll. Register a free business account. Bamford does a superb job of laying out and tying together threads of the Sept. Bamford unearths new details. Highly persuasive. A vital book. In A Pretext for War, acclaimed author James Bamford-whose classic book The Puzzle Palace first revealed the existence of the National Security Agency-draws on his unparalleled access to top intelligence sources to produce a devastating expos? Filled with unprecedented new revelations, from the sites of "undisclosed locations" to the actual sources of America's Middle East policy, A Pretext for War" is essential reading for anyone concerned about the security of the United States.

Jeremy Powell's heart started pounding and he quickly raised his hand and started waving it vigorously to get attention. He sat in a quiet pool of emerald light, staring at a matrix of slowly moving white dots, cryptic flashing letter-number combinations, lines going in all directions, and green circles that would form at the center and then expand outward, like a ripple from a stone tossed in a morning pond.

Represented by every dot was a small cross-section of humanity, packed in an aluminum tube and traveling in the air near the speed of sound. Jeremy Powell was sitting in front of a glowing radar screen, scanning the skies over America's East Coast for any indication of attack, invasion, or airborne drug dealers.

Besides being centrally located and free from major urban electromagnetic interference, Rome was an appropriate venue for America's twenty-first-century lookouts.

It was the place where the American flag first flew in the face of battle, during the American Revolution at Fort Stanwix, located in what is now the center of the city of Rome. And it was the home, and final resting place, of Francis Bellamy, author of the Pledge of Allegiance. Dawne Deskins, her eyes now adjusted to the eerie light that greeted the start of her dozen-hour shift, saw Jeremy Powell's hand waving. As the airborne control and warning officer at the center, she was expecting more activity than usual this morning because of the drill.

September 11, , was the fourth day of a weeklong exercise code-named "Vigilant Guardian. Like a rerun of an old movie, the scenario involved Russian bombers flying over the North Pole in attack formation. The Rome command center was responsible for monitoring more than half a million square miles of airspace, from the Montana-North Dakota border to the coast of Maine down through South Carolina. A moment earlier, Powell had taken a call from Boston Center.

Part of the exercise, Deskins thought to herself, until the direct phone line to the FAA began flashing. It was a. Forty-one minutes earlier, at a.

The weather had broken and it was clear and cool in the Northeast. The thunderstorms of summer were past, as was the hectic Labor Day holiday. And September 11 was a Tuesday, statistically one of the least busy travel days of the week. For the passengers aboard Flight 11, less than half full, it meant empty middle seats in which to stretch out for the long trip to Los Angeles. Normally capable of carrying up to passengers, the twin-engine Boeing a mechanized marvel made up of 3. Sloshing around in the wings and other cavities was up to 10, gallons of highly explosive fuel.

At fifty, John Ogonowski had been flying for half of his life, first in the Air Force at the end of the Vietnam War, and, beginning in , with American. Earlier that morning, he had left the bucolic tranquility of his acre farm in the northern Massachusetts town of Dracut.

A sweeping expanse of fields and fruit trees, dotted with farm machinery and stonewalls, it was where the round-faced Ogonowski, a fourth-generation farmer, found peace. Down from the clouds, he spent his time laboriously plowing, cleaving, and harrowing the soil. As the plane passed over the small Massachusetts town of Gardner, about forty-five miles west of Boston, the smell of coffee was starting to drift through the cabin. Flight attendants were just beginning to prepare the hot breakfasts of omelets, sausages, and fruit cups.

Seated in business class, in seat 8D, was thirty-three-year-old Mohamed Atta, clean-shaven and in casual clothes. Instead of lowering his food tray, he pulled his small black shoulder bag from under the seat in from of him, withdrew a hardened plastic knife and a box cutter, and stepped into the aisle.

At that same moment, as if choreographed, four other men assigned to Row 8 also rose and headed toward the front of the plane. Sitting in front of a twenty-seven-inch, high-resolution Sony TV console, the controller could see Flight 11's key information--its altitude, direction, and identifying number.

John Ogonowski heard again the crackle of a traffic controller in his earphones. Atta and his men began their assault. First they used their knives to stab the two first-class flight attendants, Barbara Arestegui and Karen Martin. Then they slashed the throat of a business-class passenger who had apparently attempted to come to their rescue.

As he lay on the floor of the plane, bleeding severely, the hijackers began spraying something in the first-class section to keep people away from the front of the plane. Then they made their way into the cockpit carrying a device with yellow wires hanging from it, which they said was a bomb. Suddenly one wing dipped severely while the other rose high, nearly tipping the plane on its side, before the aircraft stabilized.

As the plane turned south toward New York, the flight attendants provided oxygen to the injured people and used the public address system to request the assistance of any doctor or nurse on board.

In the coach section, passengers remained calm, thinking there was just some medical emergency. Sixteen seconds later, unaware of the horror then taking place in the blood-splattered cockpit, the Boston controller again radioed Flight Now climb maintain FL," he said, giving the pilot permission to climb from 29, to 35, feet.

Hearing nothing, he repeated the message ten seconds later, and again eleven seconds later, and once more fifteen seconds later at but still no reply. By , the air traffic controller in Boston was becoming greatly concerned. Despite his numerous calls, there was only a deathly silence from American Flight He switched to the emergency frequency, At , frightening words poured from his earphones.

We are returning to the airport. But it was relayed to the Boston Center possibly as a result of Captain Ogonowski secretly activating the "push to talk" button on the plane's wheel before being killed, or accidentally by Atta as he took his place. The depressed button allowed the controller to hear what was going on at that moment in the cockpit. We have other planes," the hijackers said. If you try to make any moves, you'll endanger yourself and the airplane. Just stay quiet. Don't try to make any stupid moves.

The transponder on Flight 11 was no longer working, he said. And then there were the frightening transmissions. Get "some Fs or something" airborne, he pleaded. Deskins asked for Flight 11's latest position, but when the operator looked for it, it had disappeared. Your transponder appears to be inoperative.

Please recycle," said one of the controllers, repeating it several times. Without the transponder information, Boston could still track it on its primary radar using faint "skin paint" returns, but for the technicians in Rome, like Jeremy Powell, finding the dot in the maze of moving and blinking images on his screen would be very difficult. At that moment, there were approximately 2, planes in the air over the Northeast alone. They said they have a hijacked aircraft," she told him. As American Flight 11 continued tearing toward New York City, two courageous flight attendants, huddling out of sight, managed to telephone fellow colleagues with key details of what was taking place.

I'm on Flight The airplane has been hijacked," said Amy Sweeney, a thirteen-year veteran of the airline. Nearby, another flight attendant, Betty Ong, who had been with the airline a year longer than Sweeney, was also able to call an airline official on the ground. For twenty-five minutes, both flight attendants were able to communicate over crew telephones in the coach section of the plane.

They relayed key details of the hijacking in real time, including the bloody way in which the men took over the cockpit. From the seat numbers Sweeney was able to pass on, airline officials were able to pull up such vital details as the hijackers' names, addresses, phone numbers, and credit-card information--including that of Mohamed Atta.

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A Pretext for War

THE title alone brings on fatigue. Bamford's byline promises fresh disclosures and acute insights. Alas, he doesn't deliver this time. He uncovers a few new facts, but most are peripheral to the story. He lays out some novel theses, but they're overblown, undersourced or just wrong.

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The first part describes in detail the hours before, during, and after the crashing of the two airplanes into the World Trade Center in New York. More importantly, it outlines Bamford's criticism of the performance of America's intelligence agencies in a crisis. The author puts forward the view that the intelligence agencies were not ready because of the lack of smooth technological transition from the Cold War era into modern earth. Bamford argues that the main motive of Al-Qaeda for the destruction of the World Trade Center appears to be in retaliation to the immense support that Israel receives from America, and for America turning its back on the Palestinians. The third part focuses on how Bamford feels that the Bush administration and its pro-Israeli neo-conservatives deceived the American public, and the United Nations in order to justify the invasion of Iraq. Removing the Saddam Hussein regime from power in Iraq, and replacing it with a pro-American puppet, would change the map of the Middle East.

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