One Hundred and One Years

Today, I turn eastward with solemn acknowledgement as the time nears 10:40 p.m. in the middle of the north Atlantic. Last year at this time, I stood on the deck of the cruise ship Balmoral, gazing into the water directly above the wreckage of the RMS Titanic. I will never forget the feeling I had, watching the dark water lap against the hull of our ship, as my mind played back the events of that night in 1912. A dark, still night on the ocean brings it to life like nothing else can.

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