Late Sunday, June 1st, 2001, my wife, Caroline and I pulled into the front of Rick and Susan Rescorla’s condo. In keeping with is ebullient personality, Rick had hung his signature First Cavalry jacket on the porch light. Always larger than life, he bounded down the steps with a welcoming smile and bear hug.

He was that kind of guy, absolutely fearless and totally selfless.

A singer of songs in the face of the enemy, he calmed his men on Landing Zone X-ray as they awaited a North Vietnamese attack at dawn--and later after the attacks of 9/11. That was Rick.

Ten years ago on September 11th, at about 6:30 pm, I made the hardest phone call I ever made in my life--to Rick Rescorla’s wife Susan.

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