Where was our military intelligence?

I am quite familiar with the odor of rubble. I have smelled it much to often, in World War II, revolutions and civil wars. When I came to the States, years ago, I thought that I would finally live happily ever after away from all the atrocities I had witnessed in the past.

Black Tuesday showed me it was not to be so. Sitting in front of the TV, watching the horrible events and crying my eyes out, I smelled the odor of rubble again as if I was there. Where was our secret intelligence service and why did they know nothing about this attack, which must have been planned for quite a time?

Have we been too negligent by thinking that terrorism of this kind would not touch us?

Arlington