““If any glory at all attaches to the awful tragedy of the sea about which the world is still talking, it circles round the heads of these heroic bandsmen who played the mighty vessel to its doom”

—  Steve Turner

Source: The Band That Played On (Thomas Nelson, 2011), p. 173

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