Rick Rescola was a lifelong soldier , and was about as brave and fearless as you can get .
I've pasted a few facts here for you , but check out this guy's cajones here :
From both a military and a civilian capacity, it's hard to argue with the statement that Rick Rescorla is one of the greatest heroes in modern
According to Hal Moore, the Vietnam vet author of We Were Soldiers, Rescorla was, "the greatest platoon commander I have ever seen," but it was the
crazy stories about this guy that really made him a semi-mythical entity among the American troops. I mean, the f*****g guy's call sign was "Hard
Corps One-Six," for crying out loud. This is a man who would be out there running laps barefoot every morning, and allegedly the soles of his feet
were so toughened up from this regimen that he could put a campfire out by stepping on it. There are stories of him walking into an NVA foxhole,
seeing a bunch of enemy officers, and calmly saying, "Oh, pardon me," before smoking the room with machine gun fire. Another tale has some Private
flipping out Vincent D'Onofrio style and pulling a .45 on his commanding officer, and Rescorla (who was sharpening his Bowie knife at the time) just
got up, walked right over to the guy, and just said, "Put. The gun. Down." The dude did, and Rescorla went back to sharpening his knife.
Hard Corps One-Six left 'Nam with a Silver Star and a Bronze Star, got a law degree in Oklahoma, taught Criminal Justice at the University of South
Carolina, and retired from the Army reserve in 1990 with the rank of Colonel. He later got a job as director of security for Morgan Stanley Dean
Witter, where he was tasked with ensuring employee safety for one of the world's largest financial institutions.
Rick Rescorla died almost exactly 10 years ago today. He was at his post on the 44th floor of World Trade Center Tower 1 on September 11, 2001, when
a psychotic madman flew a passenger airliner into the building. When the Port Authority came over the loudspeaker in the building and ordered
everyone inside to stay put, Rescorla muttered "Bugger that Blimy Poppycock" (or something equally British) under his breath, and flipped his brain
right back into Commanding Officer mode. It wasn't his first time dealing with a terrorist attack on his place of employment – in 1993, when a
truck bomb went off in the basement of the Tower, Rescorla had evacuated his offices, helping everyone out until he was the last man to leave the
building – and he wasn't taking any chances this time either. He grabbed a bullhorn and personally ran up and down the 22 floors that encompassed
Morgan Stanley Dean Witter headquarters, quickly and calmly getting everyone out of their cubes and down the stairs. Rushing up and down the building
despite the fact that he was 62 years old and dying from terminal bone marrow cancer, Rescorla didn't even consider slowing down until all 2,700 of
his co-workers were safely out of the burning building. When he saw how terrified the men and women he worked with were, he went back to his old
standby of singing British folk songs to try and cheer them up.
He was last seen on the tenth floor of the World Trade Center, headed up. Of the 2,700 people he had been charged with protecting, all but 6 survived
the terrorist attack.
R . I . P Rick Rescorla
.... you will NEVER be forgotten