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If you own a copy of We Were Soldiers Once... And Young, you are already holding a picture of him. The soldier on the cover, bayonet fixed, coming out of the elephant grass, is Rick Rescorla. Hal Moore called him the best platoon leader he ever saw.
He was born in Hayle, Cornwall, in 1939, a boy who watched American GIs stage through his town before Normandy and decided that was the life. British Parachute Regiment first, then Cyprus, then a uniform from a country he was not yet a citizen of. He joined the US Army in 1963 and by November 1965 he was a lieutenant in the 7th Cavalry in the Ia Drang Valley, the first major battle between American troops and the North Vietnamese Army. His men called him Hard Core. He came home with a Silver Star, a Bronze Star with oak leaf cluster, and a Purple Heart.
Then he became a corporate security director, which is where the story actually starts.
In 1990 Rescorla and an old Vietnam friend named Dan Hill walked the World Trade Center looking at it the way two infantrymen look at terrain. They found the weak point fast. The basement parking garage was wide open. They wrote it up and told the Port Authority that a truck full of explosives could be driven in and parked under the tower. The fix cost money, and it was declined.
On February 26, 1993, a truck bomb went off in that garage roughly thirty feet from the spot the two of them had circled.
Most people would have taken the vindication. Rescorla took the next step. He told Morgan Stanley the building was still a target and that they should get out of it entirely. The lease ran to 2006, so the answer was no. So he did the only thing left to him, which was to assume the attack was coming and train for it.
Every three months, no warning, he ran a full evacuation of every Morgan Stanley floor in the South Tower. Everyone went, down the stairwells, two abreast, at a pace he set. Senior executives went too, and he did not care that they hated it, and they did hate it. Traders being pulled off desks by a 60-year-old Cornishman with a stopwatch. He timed them. He made them do it again.
8:46 on the morning of September 11, 2001. The North Tower is hit. Over the public address system, the South Tower is told to stay put and return to desks.
Rescorla got on his bullhorn and told everyone to get out.
He was 62 years old. He was near the end of his career and he had every reason to be somewhere else that morning. Instead he stood in the stairwells and moved roughly 2,700 Morgan Stanley employees, plus hundreds of other people, down out of the building. To keep them steady he sang into the bullhorn. Men of Harlech. God Bless America. The Cornish songs he grew up on. Grown adults later remembered the strangest thing about the worst day of their lives was the sound of a man singing in a stairwell.
At 9:03 the second plane hit their tower, above them. Most of his people were already low or already out.
He called his wife Susan. She was watching it on television and she was falling apart. What he said to her was this. Stop crying. I have to get these people out safely. If something should happen to me, I want you to know I've never been happier.
Then he went back up.
He was last seen on the 10th floor, climbing, still going against the flow of people coming down. The South Tower collapsed at 9:59. His body was never recovered.
Morgan Stanley had about 2,700 people in that building. Six of them died. Rescorla and members of his own security staff, who stayed with him.
He spent eleven years telling people that an attack was coming and being told it was too expensive to prepare for. Then he spent the last hour of his life proving he had been right, and making sure it did not matter.
Even before the 9/11 attacks, Col. Richard "Rick" Rescorla was a decorated war hero with a Silver Star from his actions in Vietnam.
25 years ago today, Rescorla saved 2,687 people and paid the ultimate sacrifice.
Here’s how it happened. 🧵
Twenty five years ago today, a 62 year old man with cancer in his bones walked 2,687 people out of the South Tower, and then he went back inside.
Rick Rescorla was born in Hayle, Cornwall in 1939. British Parachute Regiment in Cyprus at 18. Colonial police in Northern Rhodesia. Then he came to America, enlisted in the US Army in 1963, and in November 1965 he went into the Ia Drang Valley as a platoon leader with the 2nd Battalion, 7th Cavalry.
Hal Moore called him the best platoon leader he ever saw. His men called him Hard Core. He sang to them in the dark, Wild Colonial Boy in an Australian accent, because he had worked out that men who are singing are not men who are panicking. That is Rescorla on the cover of We Were Soldiers Once and Young, bayonet fixed.
Thirty five years later he was head of security for Dean Witter, later Morgan Stanley, in the South Tower of the World Trade Center.
In 1990 he brought in his old friend Dan Hill and the two of them walked the basement. He warned the Port Authority that the parking garage was wide open, that somebody could drive in a truck full of explosives, walk out and light it off. Nothing was done. Three years later the 1993 bomb went off about thirty feet from the spot he had flagged.
After that he told Morgan Stanley the towers were still a target and the next attack would come out of the sky. He wanted the firm to leave Manhattan. The lease ran to 2006, so they stayed. Twenty two floors of the South Tower, roughly 2,700 people.
So he drilled them. Every three months, everyone, no exceptions, down the stairwells two abreast while he stood there with a stopwatch. Traders pulling seven figures resented being marched down concrete stairs by a Cornishman with a clipboard. He kept doing it anyway.
8:46 a.m. The North Tower is hit. Port Authority comes over the South Tower loudspeakers and tells everyone the building is secure and to go back to their desks. Rescorla picks up a bullhorn and tells his people to get out.
He phones Dan Hill. "The dumb sons of bitches told me not to evacuate. They said it's just Building One. I told them I'm getting my people out of here."
9:03 a.m. The second plane hits the South Tower, floors 77 through 85. His people are already in the stairwells, moving exactly the way they had been drilled, and Rescorla is on the bullhorn singing to them. Cornish songs. A version of Men of Harlech he had rewritten for Cornwall. Men of Cornwall stop your dreaming, can't you see their spearpoints gleaming.
He called his wife Susan from the stairs. They had been married two and a half years, met jogging in New Jersey. He told her to stop crying, that he had to get these people out safely, and that if something happened to him he wanted her to know he had never been happier, that she made his life.
Someone told him to get out. He said, as soon as I make sure everyone else is out.
2,687 Morgan Stanley employees went home that day. Thirteen did not, and four of those were Rescorla and the men who stayed in the building with him: Wesley Mercer, Jorge Velazquez, Godwin Forde.
He was last seen on the 10th floor, walking up.
The South Tower fell at 9:59. They never found him.
This Depeche Mode performance was never meant to become a September 11 memorial.
In 1990, the band stood on the observation deck atop the South Tower of the World Trade Center and lip-synced "Enjoy the Silence" for a French television promo.
At the time, it was simply four musicians performing above New York City.
Today, the footage carries a weight no one standing there could have imagined.
In the full video, the band performs against the skyline while the North Tower rises behind them, still part of an ordinary day.
Music preserves moments without knowing how precious they will become.
Twenty-five years after September 11, this one feels frozen in time.
We remember all who were lost.
Never forget.
@TooWhiteToTweet@ramonagusta I was there the day the unveiled the statue of Air Chief Marshal Sir Keith Park - the actual defender of London. He should still be there.
A few days later the phone calls started from old Air Force bosses about a recall, “Wallachie, how can you miss out on your generations great adventure?” To which I replied, “thanks, but no thanks; this will be a total mess.” You can draw your own conclusions about that. 3/3
So we all have our memories about 9/11. I arrived back that morning from a weekend in Chicago. Saw the 2nd jet strike the World Trade Center. Surreal as 3 weeks earlier I’d been at fancy event at the Windows On The World (the top two floors of the North Tower of the WTC). 1/3
You find yourself going “Jaysus, that could have been me a few weeks ago!” I was still recovering from a weekend of partying in Chicago with mates. A great town and some great memories - from a world that no longer exists. “The past is a foreign country.” 2/3
@UKArmaments@SercoGroup Nothing says “we are ready to meet a warlike threat” like putting the contractors who couldn’t organise NAAFI dinners in charge of the missile defence network. Wow 🤦♂️
@Telegraph Have consistently said that the idea will be quietly dropped when the Gov’t realise that arming 95,000 old cantankerous grumpy Veteran bastards will create an army that is more likely to March on Westminster than Moscow.
The idea will be quietly dropped when the Gov’t realise that arming 95,000 old cantankerous grumpy Veteran bastards will create an army that is more likely to March on Westminster than Moscow.
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