“Dangit!” I screamed because I spilled coffee on my uniform. I’m having a really bad day. First, I forgot my cell phone in Phoenix, so I can’t get it until I fly back tomorrow. Then, my landing from Phoenix to LaGuardia was bumpy. I had one woman yell at me because her baby began to cry due to the rough landing. Am I getting near the end? I am in my late-fifties and my landings have been getting worse and worse over the past year.
“Do you need help, sir?” Asked a woman as I was getting in line at Starbucks to get another cup of coffee to replace the one I had spilled on myself.
“I’m fine!” I snapped back at the woman. She began to cry and slowly walked away. I made her cry. This day keeps getting worse and worse.
“What can I get for
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you, sir?” Asked a young man who I can tell was very new at his job. “Chocolate Frapuccino. No whipped cream, please.” “Will that do it for you, sir? Your total is $6.19.” “6.19? That’s ridiculous. Here you go.” I handed him the credit card in disbelief of the price. “I don’t make the prices, sir.” “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for snapping. What’s your name?” “Johnny. I’m a student at Vaughn College of Aeronautics and Technology. I want to be a pilot like you.” “That’s nice. Maybe you can replace me someday. I’m not doing very well.” “Don’t say that. I’m sure it’s just a bad day.” Maybe Johnny was right. Maybe it was just one bad day. “Sully!” Screamed an employee with my Frappuccino in her hand. “Yes. Thank you.” “No problem. Have a wonderful day!” I walked away and didn’t say anything back. I was rude. What was I thinking? Just walking away. I walked for ten minutes to my next flight that was going to Charlotte. Hopefully this flight doesn’t go as bad as the last one. “Sully!” I turn around to see it was my co-pilot, Jeff Skiles.
We went our separate ways after the last flight. “Sully! Don’t hang your head after that last landing, you’ll plenty of good ones in the future. Hey. Who ya got this weekend. I have Steelers and Eagles.”
“Cardinals and Ravens. Flacco is good.” I said. I don’t care that much about football. I’m more a hockey guy.
“We better hurry or we’ll be late for the flight we’re piloting. Ha-ha.”
“Yep.” We start to walk faster and make our flight five minutes before the gate closes. We usually have to be there thirty minutes before.
“You men are late!” Screamed a gate employee.
“We know. We know.” I responded in an embarrassed voice.
Jeff and I get into the cramped cockpit. With our coffees and newspapers.
“An A320.” Jeff said. “I love flying these puppies.”
We get in line for takeoff, which takes about twenty minutes because of the traffic.
“We’re next in line!” Yelled an excited Jeff. He loves takeoffs.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have been cleared for takeoff.” I say into the microphone to warn the passengers and crew about the sudden takeoff. We gain speed and about fifteen seconds later, we get into the air and takeoff. Great takeoff.
“Nice takeoff.” Jeff
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said. “It was.” I respond in a happy tone. BANG! I hear a loud noise outside the plane. “What was that?” I said in a confused tone. “Just ignore. Probably just the engine kicking in.” Jeff said calmly. We start to slow down soon after. “I think we hit birds. I’m going to radio to request to turn back.” I yell in panic. “Hit birds. We've lost thrust on both engines. We're turning back towards LaGuardia.” “Copy that.
You’re clear for turnaround at Runway 13.” Responds the air-traffic controller from LaGaurdia.
“Jeff, go through the manual! Maybe we can restart the engine!” I radio to LaGuardia.
“Try Teterboro instead, it’s closer. You’re clear for landing at Runway 1 at Teterboro Airport.” Responds the air-traffic controller about 45 seconds later.
“We can't do it! We're going to be in the Hudson!” I radio to air-traffic control and yell to Jeff simultaneously. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Brace for impact!” I say into the microphone to warn the passengers and crew.
About four minutes later the plane is in the water and I hear many people screaming. Jeff and I leave the cockpit and I instruct him and the rest of the crew to start an evacuation. One of the flight attendants leg is bleeding. I see water coming down plane. I begin to walk the length of the plane to see if there are any people still in the plane. No one the first time though. I begin to do it again. After about five minutes of looking. I exit the plane. Go up to Jeff and ask if everyone is okay.
“No one is dead or majorly injured.” He responds in a scared tone.
“Good. Good thing I didn’t have my phone with
me.” I see rescue boats coming our direction and I smile because I’m thankful that everyone is okay.
As soon as the plane lands, knowing that the walking way is too congested and has only space for one person, still people would rush as there is fire in the plane henceforth, makes you as well as others irate. You have stepped at your destination but go again through security check taking off your shoes and valuables. Accordingly, you have to hold up your horses and hanker for your cumbersome luggage. After receiving the bulky luggage, you have to take them on your carts and cautiously move them out of airport without getting them down.
On September 11, 2001 terrorists crashed two American airline airplanes into Twin Towers, killing thousands of people. It was the worst terrorist attack in American history and it showed us that we are not protected by Atlantic and Pacific. It showed us that we could be attacked by anyone at anytime. It showed us that if we will be attacked again that we can only depend on each other and not on other nations to help us. The 9/11 changed people forever, some lost family members or friends, others lost their jobs even so called “American Dream.”
They took off without any problems. The weather was pleasant and they were fully equipped and ready. Until 3:45 p.m., the tower operators in Fort Lauderdale received a bizarre message from the flight leader, Lt. Charles Taylor. Lt. Taylor reported that they could not see land and that they were off-course. He also reported that they were lost. Baffled, the tower operators told Lieutenant Taylor to go westward, but he answered that they did not know which way west was.
Air Crash Investigations: Cockpit Failure (S10E01). (2014, March 5). Retrieved May 19, 2014, from Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1FG8gOKMoo
June 1st, 1999, captain Richard Buschmann and first officer Michael Origel were about to embark on their third and final leg of the day, after already working for ten hours on two other trip legs. They had arrived at Dallas/Fort Worth Texas around 20:10 CST and were eager to proceed on their final trip of the day to Little Rock, Arkansas. Poor weather in the region prevented their assigned aircraft from arriving on time, closely pushing them ever closer to their fourteen hour duty limits for the day. The first officer realizing their situation contacted the dispatchers to notify them they would need to find a substitute aircraft or the flight would need to be cancelled. Both pilots were well aware of the impending storms in the area, including around the destination airport, but they decided that they should be able to beat the storms there. This was one of the first signs of suffering from get-there-itis, along side of several hazardous attitudes. Once an aircraft was substituted, a McDonnell Douglas DC-9-82, the pilots were able to depart at 22:40, 2 hours and 12 minutes after their scheduled departure time, 12 hours into their 14 hour duty day.
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