Search for terrorists finds a traitor

Playing along, Rossmiller/Khadija/George writes: "You are still same old Andy! Ever one for adventure!" Her English is purposely clumsy, not that of a native speaker. "I haven't taken marriage vows as yet. It is hard to find a nice wholesome woman these days that is true to her faith and willing to submit to her husband."

Rossmiller thinks about Randy asleep in the next room as she writes that. Like I would ever submit to any guy.

As Christmas approaches, Anderson is Amir, gloomy and restless. It is a "badly perverted Crusader holiday," he writes.

Over the next weeks, Anderson's melancholy increases. "I am caught in the middle," he confides to Khadija. "Stay where I am, with the wrong side, and risk my eternal soul because I have fought with the Crusader armies, or take the dangerous path into the unknown and forsake people who are relying on me at home in the U.S. . . . not to mention become a criminal in my homeland, never to return."

Oh, he so wants to be accepted by the extremists, Rossmiller sees.

Knowledgeable of the law, Rossmiller is careful not to entrap Anderson. She lets him set the agenda.

And sure enough, one day, Anderson tells Khadija how to disable U.S. M1A1 and M1A2 Abrams tanks, and how to kill their crews without destroying the tanks so they could remain useful to al-Qaeda in Iraq.

My God, Rossmiller realizes, he's even telling me troop locations in Iraq. And all from his commander's computer!

On Christmas Day, Anderson has decided. "Let's do this," he writes with chilling simplicity. "It will be a fruitful endeavor for all involved."

Rossmiller is amazed at Anderson's determination. She tests his resolve once more.

"Are you prepared to stand behind the prophet when killing is necessary?" she asks him.

"Yes," he answers quickly. "It's right to kill."

Rossmiller alerts federal authorities, who arrest Anderson for treason. He is set for a court-martial, and Rossmiller is summoned to testify.

As she packs for Fort Lewis and says goodbye to Randy and the kids, she has no premonition of the mess that will follow.

Tomorrow