Rick was born and raised in Cornwall, UK. He was enormously proud to be Cornish, and always kept Cornwall in his heart. After his death, the Cornish people have embraced Rick’s memory… and they have embraced me. They have let me know, by word and deed, that they love Rick as much as he loved them.

God bless them.

Kernow Bys Vyken! —  Cornwall Forever!

Susan Rescorla

Rick’s hometown of Hayle erected this magnificent monument in his honor:


The Cornish Stannary Parliament honored Rick with The White Cross of Cornwall.

“An Grows Wyn a Gernow”,
“The White Cross of Cornwall”

Made from pure Cornish tin embedded in Cornish Delabole slate in a hand-made presentation box of Cornish elm.

A Tribute to Rick Rescorla’s courage and bravery at the World Trade Center.

Below are pictures of the Rick Rescorla Wildlife Garden at the Penpol School in Hayle.

Below is the Cornish Arms in Hayle where Rick would meet up with all of his family and friends every time he came home to Cornwall.

Notice that the St. Piran’s flag – the national flag of Cornwall – flies proudly above the Cornish Arms.

Rick’s cousin, Jon Daniels, landlord of the Cornish Arms pub in Hayle, has organized an annual triathlon, named the Rick Rescorla Memorial Triathlon. Pictured is a competitor wearing the T-shirt.

Jon Daniels, pictured center, presenting the cup to the winners of the Rick Rescorla Memorial Triathlon.



A little clutch of veterans share a table in a bar,

There’s a guy off in the corner coaxing tunes from his guitar.

They watch the Hudson River as it rolls towards the bend

And they talk of Rick Rescorla as a comrade and a friend.

While out across the water, many ocean-miles away

Within a Cornish Tavern by a sandy Cornish Bay,

Another group are gathered, reminiscing as a clan,

And their thoughts are all of Tammy, from the schoolboy to the man.

And every head among them has a picture in its mind

Which time and place and memory have captured and consigned,

Now the pictures weld together until only one remains,

Of a sturdy, selfless hero guiding others from the flames.

It’s a picture which unites them in their glory and their grief,

More eloquent than eulogies, confirming their belief

That theirs had been a privilege to saunter at his side

And in the way he’d lived his life had Rick Rescorla died.

The veterans recalled him in the killing fields of war

As a man whose potent presence would inspire and reassure,

Just one among his brothers when the skies began to fall,

Yet one whom they regarded as a father to them all.

And now their eyes will moisten at the mention of his name

And the sources and the substance of the legend he became,

When mayhem drove the best of men to crave their mother’s love,

He’d stand and croon an anthem to the gory gods above.

And on that evil morning, so deceptively serene,

Amid another carnage, just as callous and obscene

Again he took the mantle of the sainted and the strong

To save the lives of others with a blessing and a song.

Between the Hudson River and the sandy shores of Hayle,

Though eyes encompass differences of latitude and scale,

All hands are linked together in the testament they bear,

They are but Rick Rescorla’s friends, united by a prayer.

By David Prowse – 2001 –  WESTERN MORNING NEWS – Cornwall UK

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