Flight 93: Eighteen years later.

At some point, all the passengers came to realize their lives were past preserving. It wasn’t a question of saving their own lives, they were already dead men. It became a question of saving the other people… the targets. Saving the people ‘out there somewhere’, people who were quietly living their lives unaware of the grave danger they faced.

And so, they acted.

They acted with the courage of men who knew they were doomed to die and had nothing of their own left to preserve. Nothing left that their enemies could take from them.

They acted like men with nothing to lose.

And only 20 minutes’ flying time away from whatever target had been picked in DC, they crashed the plane into the relative safety of a field.

No greater love has anyone, than someone who gives up their life for another.

About On the North River

Forty years toiled in the Tel-com industry, married for 36 years widowed at sixty-one. New girlfriend at sixty-five. Tea Party supporter. Today a follower of the God-Emperor Donald. Do like to kayak, cook, take photos, bike, watch old movies and read.
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