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World Trade Center and airplane
It was not the realisation that we normally look up at aircraft in the sky, rather than down on them, that made this picture so poignant; nor was it the suspicion that the photographer might have clicked the shutter without actually seeing the aircraft: it was the recognition that this unaware young man and his unknown friend, the photographer, had just two seconds of their all too brief lives left to them.
That the snapshot is a fake has been made known to almost all by CNN, but although the approaching airliner was added to the picture by a computer artist, and the backpacking tourist is probably still alive somewhere, the contrived scene in its generality did exist on that dreadful day. That is true and unforgettable, and the picture, although a montage, will remain forever in our memories.
We had intended including another article in our series on contemporary chivalry with this issue of Baronage, but while still so close to September 11th it appeared inappropriate. In its place we have chosen to publish Rudyard Kipling's prayer ~


God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine ~
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget ~ lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget ~ lest we forget!

Far-called our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget ~ lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law ~
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget ~ lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And, guarding, calls not Thee to guard.
For frantic boast and foolish word ~
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!

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