“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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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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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
"No you're not. It's going to be okay. Remember the four year old we saw going on?" I embraced her tighter and it was then that I realized that I'm horrible at comforting
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
then stepped outside and was able to wave in a taxi. ''airport please '' I said
the plane was lying here, on the beach, with us. It was a very strange
“Clarkson!” John yelled from the front of the copter, “Clarkson the damn blades are jammed!”
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.
...ny things a pilot should know, but this is at the top of the list, "The last thing you want to do is panic, then all sorts of things can happen." (Roy Murray, flight instructor, who successfully talked a passenger with no flying experience through a landing over the radio after the pilot collapsed.)
In hopes to get to the hotel quickly, we left the airport scared to death and hopped onto a h...
Before I knew it, we were pulling up to the cabin. When we stopped, the first thing I did when I got out was take a deep breath. Then I said, "What do you guys want to do?" Chase just shrugged his shoulder.
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.
private plane lands on the air strip next to the house. I get out of the plane
We went to the airport and found out that we had a jumbo jet to take
I awoke, there was a crash on the upper deck. I heard a thunderous crackling from my head above. I ran up the stairs and what I saw devastated me. The small wooden boat was completely coated in billowy flames."Help, help, somebody please!"I slowly moved towards the sound being careful to dodge flames as much as possible.