Shortly after the attacks on the World Trade Center ten years ago, New Yorker writer James B. Stewart was asked help out with reporting on the tragedy. He ran across the story of Rick Rescorla, who had been in charge of security at Morgan Stanley, and who had shepherded 2700 employees of the firm down 50 flights of stairs and out of the South Tower — after the North Tower had been hit. But then Rescorla decided to go back inside to be sure all the workers had made it out. And that’s when the second plane hit the South Tower. Rescorla was never heard from again; his remains were never found. He left behind a wife, Susan, whom he had married just two years before, when both were in their late 50s.
As Stewart discovered, Rescorla was a fascinating man, a soldier of fortune, born in Cornwall, England during the Second World War, when American soldiers were all around. He fought in Rhodesia, as a hard-drinking member of the British Military Police; he killed a lion that was harming villagers, and wore its tooth the rest of his life. Eventually he came to America, joined the Army, became an officer, fought in Vietnam and earned a reputation as a true hero. He was fearless and capable; he risked his own life countless times, and he saved the lives of hundreds of his fellow soldiers, to say nothing of his fellow workers in the World Trade Center.
Late in life Rescorla met Susan; both of them were divorced. Their friendship quickly grew into love, and eventually they were married.

The story and its terrible ending were as dramatic as any opera, and perhaps more real. Stewart, the writer, wrote about it again, in a book, Heart of a Soldier, which Time magazine called “the best nonfiction book of 2002.”