All of the incoming flights were cancelled that night for a military aircraft training session. My orders were to close terminal A at the Buren International Airport in Augusta, Maine, and run a night shift until five in the morning. Terminal A was relatively big; several restaurants, shops, and gates were encompassed. Walls of crystal, glass window panes smudged with fingerprints lined the exterior wall, and with more sufficient lighting, one would be able to clearly make out discarded equipment and scattered cables on the neglected runway. But such lighting was not there, for all the lights had been put out for the military exercise. My flashlight beamed ahead as I cautiously patrolled the place. The minutes and minutes and dreadful hours and hours forced by in no particular hurry. All I had done so far that night was march up and down the squeaky, tile floor of the abandoned terminal. I had been told by other TSA agents earlier that day to be on the lookout for strange lights and unusual noises because there had been odd sightings there, but I had dismissed the warnings at that point because nothing had happened, and nothing was going to happen. I took a seat at one of the nearby benches. With no one monitoring me, I quickly dozed off into a deep sleep. …show more content…
Alarmed, I strained my eyes to make out a face in the cockpit. Perhaps it was too dark to see, but I could have sworn that a plane was pulling in with no pilots. I immediately grasped my flashlight tightly and approached the gate. It was open. How? I had checked every single gate and inspected the locks. The hatch of the plane began to open, and the gate would not close. I reached for my hand radio to find that I had left it on the bench. Anxious thoughts ran through my head as I desperately attempted to close the gate. I thought, “ I will be fired for sure. Who’s on the plane? What if I let something or someone into the
The Civil Rights Era impacted the realm of sports in a great and powerful way. Throughout the mid 1900s, many minority athletes emerged through all odds and began to integrate themselves in the white dominated athletic business. These athletes endured constant hardships in order to achieve their goals and dreams; facing much racism, segregation, and violence. Minorities across the country began to look up to these sportsmen and realized that anybody could attain greatness despite the social troubles of the time. Stories depicting the struggles of minority athletes soon arose and grew popular among different cultures. These true accounts passed from generation to generation, each admiring the courage and bravery of athletes and how important they became in obtaining an equal society. Producers and directors soon found a way to revolutionize the film industry by retelling the racial discrimination that minority athletes faced. Remember the Titans, The Perfect Game, 42, and The Express are all examples of how minority athletes overcame racial adversities in order to obtain the championship. These Hollywood movies contain many inaccuracies that draw away from the true impact minority athletes had during the Civil Right Era. Although these films do depict the racial components of the time, they do not depict the accurate occurrences of the stories they try to recreate.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw that this wasn't the case. He sat up and looked around him. He was thinking that someone was making a fire. There were at least forty-five police officers and fireman standing around him, with their shotguns pointed at him. While looking around him he saw that the other people that he had been traveling with had already gotten away before the police and fireman had reached them. They heard them coming and left me and went for it. He had been worrying to much but if he hadn't then he would have heard them coming to and he might have been able to get
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 2010 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 would be able to beat the storms there, one of the first signs of suffering from get-there-itis. Once an aircraft was substituted, a McDonnell Douglas DC-9-82, the pilots were able to depart at 2240, 2 hours and 12 minutes after their scheduled departure time, 12 hours into their 14 hour duty day.
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.
It was a murky overcast summer's eve; crisp morsels of rain splashed on the ground vigorously. Sounds of jet engines buzzed in the back of my ear lobes through the torrential downpour. The common sight of the departure time of our flight being delayed yet again caught my eye as we turned the corner towards the gate. Almost an hour later we began to finally line up at the gate to get on the what then seemed massive jet plane. I remember looking out the gigantic floor to ceiling windows at providence airport at the bright blue, red and orange of the jet, so excited to be going on it. Our family carefully chose seats right near the wing emergency exits. I rushed to the window seat, plopped down and buckled my seat belt. I was ready to go to Florida. I barely took up half of the seat, I was 8 or 9, and as a curious kid I was touching nearly anything I could put my hands on. I remember soon after we sat down in the back row on the left of the aircraft the same side as us, I heard a great commotion. A woman at the back was on the phone telling her friend she had drugs and she just took them. Not soon after three men boarded the plane. One had
However, the nightmare wasn’t over. They got us on the plane at about 2a.m because the plane wasn’t ready. I couldn’t get on the plane because I kept buzzing when I passed the medal detectors, so that took another 20 minutes. Then we are on the plane and the plane isn’t moving, and we are waiting and waiting and no explanation. After a while the plane begins to move. It when around the run way and then they tell us we must get of the plane. It needed more service repairs. At this point I’m like give me my money back, and in return they call the cops because we were making to much noise. They fix the problem around 5:30a.m and we are off again. Keep in mind we haven’t eaten and no food was given. I didn’t even get water. I thought this was a sign of god and my time had come for me to die, but I made it there in one piece.
I remember my first time at an aAirport, in about 2005. There was a very long wait to get through security, and I was impatient, as all other 6 year olds were. I remember asking my mom what was taking so long, and why there were so many people waiting to get on planes. She told me that everyone had to be checked by security in order to get on the plans. I didn’t understand that they had to check and make sure no one brought anything dangerous onto the plane. My mother told me that youwe didn’t always have to wait, and that you used to be able to go to the airport 30 minutes before the flight, and walk on without having to go through security. I thought that was a dream, and that she was crazy, but before the 9/11 attacks, the Transportation Security Administration did not exist, and you could walk onto a plane with whatever you wanted. The TSA was created because of the events of 9/11, and the incredibly through security screening that we have to go through now is one of the effects of the destruction on 9/11. The TSA has forced many technological advances that now keep our skies
ACCIDENT ANALYSIS #1 Executive Summary On December 8, 2005 at approximately 1915 Central Standard Time at Chicago Midway International airport, a Southwest Airlines flight a Boeing 737 flying as SWA 1248 with N471WN tail, ran off the departure end of the runway 31C at Chicago. The aircraft ran over the blast fence, exceeded the airport perimeter fence and stopped at a roadway adjacent to the airport after hitting an automobile in the roadway. This accident killed one child who was in the automobile, and injuring 3 other passengers in the automobile.
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My heart was pounding as I boarded my flight leaving the Bangkok International Airport. A flight attendant in a grey dress with a red bow draped over her shoulder announced; “Welcome aboard flight AA350 to the United States.” My journey began that day.
There so many different strategic alternatives Southwest Airlines can follow, we feel that the Porter's would be helpful for Southwest Airlines to continue being successful. The three Porter rules for them continue success are as follows: cost leadership, differentiation, and focus, which will improve the company’s awareness of the structures within different competitive environments. Because Southwest Airlines is always under pressure from other airlines and to make sure they are on a competitive level, sometimes it can become hard to maintain the edge, nevertheless Southwest Airlines should always modify changes that are happening around them in the business world. The first is the cost leadership, which it supports the company’s proficiency.
Headquartered in Dallas, Texas, Southwest Airlines Co. (LUV) is a passenger airline company, which offers scheduled air transportation in the U.S. and international countries. Since 2004, Gary Kelly has been CEO and almost 56,000 employees are employed. The company also provides point-to-point flight services. The company classifies its fares into three major categories which include: Wanna Get Away, Anytime, and Business Select.
I am in the underbelly of a Boeing 777 about to take off. Tell the control tower to stop the plane. I am in the front cargo bay.” I hear a crackle, or maybe the sound of a wheel rolling over loose pebbles, but then I hear the best sound ever. Elvan’s voice was responding.
“Flight 208 to Los Angeles is now boarding. Section N you may now take your seats”. You looked down at your carry-on bag to make sure you have everything packed up, even though you took nothing out, and headed toward the flight attendant and handed her your ticket. As your walking through the tunnel, the sound of the planes jets put just enough pressure on your body, causing your pulse to increase. “Why are you nervous, you been on planes before”, you ask yourself. You shake your head and start to inhale and before you could finish getting your lungs to the maximum capacity they could hold, a man wearing a white shirt twice his size and jeans that also seemed
private plane lands on the air strip next to the house. I get out of the plane