G. K. Chesterton wrote a poem , Lepanto, about the eponymous naval battle in 1571 between the Holy League and the Ottoman Turks. It wasn’t the end of their depredations in Europe, but it was pretty decisively the end of their naval power. And we have our own “Don John” —DJT. We can look back on his victory over the Muslims as GKC was doing. It’s a thrilling poem, please read. But here’s just a bit of it:
“And he saith :‘Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide/And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide,/ And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest/For that which was our trouble comes again out of the West./ We have sEt the seal of Solomon on all things under sun,/ Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done,
But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know/The voice that shook our palaces —four hundred years ago:/ It is he that saith not ‘Kismet’, it is he that knows not fate;/ It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey at the gate!/ It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,/Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth.’
For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar,
Don John of Austria is going to the war. “
9/11 will never be easier for us, at least not those of us with living memory of it. Lepanto was nearly 4 centuries after the fall of the Latin Kingdom of Jerusalem . Our “Don John” has avenged our dead in less than one quarter of a century. Wherefore let us give thanks and rejoice.