When the Devil Dances by John Ringo

Call me not false, beloved,

If, from your scarce-known breast

So little time removed,

In other arms I rest.

For this more ancient bride,

Whom coldly I embrace,

Was constant at my side

Before I saw thy face.

Live, then, whom Life shall cure,

Almost, of Memory,

And leave us to endure

Its immortality.

— Rudyard Kipling

“The Bridegroom”

Epitaphs of the War


Dedicated to:

Thomas Burnett, 38, father of three, and all the other warriors of flight 93.

They died that others might live.

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