FBI, NTSB Investigators Headed to Site of Downed Malaysia Airlines Plane
Source: ABC News
The pro-Russian separatists who control the area where a Malaysia Airlines flight was brought down agreed today to allow investigators safe access to the site to recover bodies and gather evidence, according to a statement from the Organization for Security and Co-operation in Europe.
It was unclear how soon investigators would begin sifting through the charred wreckage of the airliner, which was carrying 298 people when it went down Thursday in Ukraine near the Russian border. The plane had left Amsterdam at 12:15 p.m. (local time) and was estimated to arrive in Kuala Lumpur International Airport on Friday at 6:10 a.m. (local time), according to Malaysia Airlines.
FBI and NTSB officials will head to Ukraine in an "advisory role" in the investigation, a senior administration official told ABC News.
John Wendle, a freelance reporter for ABC News, described seeing "bodies scattered everywhere" at the crash site.
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When I was 18, we had a neighbor, Doug, who worked for the sheriff's department.
Back then, we used to play baseball with a tennis ball in the street. Basically, it was batting practice: hitting the tennis ball far out, and having someone else field them—which I loved doing. Doug would join us from time to time. He was a real nice guy. Huge, and tall—probably over 6'5", and had a young wife and 2 very young girls.
Doug had also asked me to work with him at his bicycle shop when I was 16, because he saw me working on my bike a lot. I didn't take his offer, and instead took a job where my friends worked: Baskin Robbins. Boy was that a mistake. 
One day, I recall my mother telling my sister that Doug had taken a job at, or was transferred to, the corner's department.
A few days later a few of my siblings, some neighbors and I were playing baseball in the street. Doug came out to join me in fielding the fly balls. He had just gotten off of work.
I ran to catch a ball, and threw it back, and said "hi" to Doug, and probably asked him how his day was. I don't recall, but I was very shy so I probably mumbled it.
He caught a ball, threw it back, and then said, "I saw a 5 year old girl dead today."
I paused. Didn't know what to say. I replied, "Huh?"
He kind of shook his head and softly said, "Never mind."
I don't recall seeing him much after that. In fact, a few years later, when I was in my early 20's, a musician, and had grown my hair out, he accused me of leaving beer bottles in front of his house (right across the street from ours). I told him I didn't drink, and he replied, "Sure you don't," and walked off. I reiterated: "I don't!"
Aside from that, I have always felt bad for not having said something when he told me about the little girl. He seemed to have that building up inside of him, and need to talk to someone—as it was his first week on the job.
Anyways, I just thought I'd share that in regards to these folks that have to sort out these horrible tragedies. Someone has to do it, and we don't think about that when we see it in the news.
...poof!...all the wreckage will have magically disappeared! 
