The flames roared as they climbed higher, sending a pillar of smoke up to Heaven. The throngs of spectators shrieked like a herd of bloodhounds as they scented blood and felt the sweet taste of revenge. In the Vilna beis knesses the congregants stood for all jewish martyrs. And rav Alexander Ziskind, stood perched on a tree closed his eyes and with utmost concentration pronounced the one powerful word that could bring perfection and completion to Avraham ben Avraham’s mighty act…