The next film I want to see (but ONLY if it stays true to the real story) is the story of Rick Rescorla, who served with valor in the Battle of the Ia Drang Valley (and whose story was chronicled in "We Were Soldiers Once -- and Young". On 9/11, Rick was in charge of security for Morgan Stanley's offices in the WTC:
When Islamic fundamentalists bombed the World Trade Center in 1993, Rick was there. Apparently songs don’t work as well on civilians as they do with us soldiers, and so Rick had some difficulty in getting people’s attention, to stop the panic and get them the hell out of there. And so (or at least so the legend goes), he jumped up onto a desk and bellowed out to the flower of American capitalism and propriety that he would moon them all unless they listened.The only person I would trust with the project would be Mel GibsonNobody I ever met said Rick could not make a statement. People stopped, that’s for sure, and Rick proceeded to do his job, saving lives by moving people out of the tower. And that’s what he was doing again on September 11. Various employees of Morgan Stanley report his presence across all 20 floors occupied by the company. Just as in combat, he was everywhere—calm, jocular in the face of panic, reassuring in his personal presence. There is no way to exaggerate the number of human lives he saved that day. Not just the Morgan Stanley employees, but every single person on a floor above theirs owes a nod in his direction. Thanks to him, just about every one of the employees of his company made it out of the building, all 20 floors of them. Of their thousands, all but seven got out. Think about that. His legend in the company helped (people remember when somebody on an executive salary threatens to moon the staff), and that was enough to keep those people moving, which allowed others to follow, to leave—and to live.
Rescorla would no more have left that tower before every single person was outside than I would start singing show tunes from Broadway. When he called his wife not long after the first plane hit the other tower, he told her not to worry, he was getting everyone out. Despite the fact that an announcement was made over the building speakers telling everyone to stay put after that first strike, Rescorla apparently said, “Bugger THAT!” and started the evacuation immediately. When it appeared that everyone was out, he went back in, heading up those stairs with the rescue workers. That is where he was last seen. He was inside, being himself, when the tower came down on him.
They killed my hero. But heroes never really die. Rick will live on. So long as my pen has ink, and my voice bellows out to your sons manning the ramparts today, he will live on. Rick was a volunteer in a draftee army. In some ways that made it hard for him. It’s easy today. Today we are all volunteers, and the young men and women I serve with will hear Rick’s story because I will tell them, and they will remember. It is our professional strength: We remember.
Yep...I remember Rick. And Mel should do it.
The world, non-muslims and muslims alike, must be made aware of this fact. Islam is not godly...it is from the very pit of hell.