My Iron heart will beat when yours is rust.
I take your Strength, your power, your lust.
By Iron Will alone I set my mind in motion.
Through endless storms of fervent devotion.
So Delta flight 302 flew in to San Juan, picked up passengers, and threaded one arm of Irma on the way out. The pilot basically said “hold my beer” and took on a hurricane.
I am not entirely convinced that Poe Dameron was not flying this plane, to be honest.