I was in complete shock from when I was told I could chose a destination until the flight and hotels were paid for. I was still in shock when we were at the Portland airport about to board the plane. I remember being so tired because it was quite early but also thrilled at the same time. I remember walking down the jet-way just looking at Rylie; neither of us could stop smiling. I had to do everything to hold back from screaming in excitement.
It was 3:30 in the morning when our plane finally landed in Santo Domingo and I had just witnessed the scariest plane flight of my life. Along with the scariest flight in my life it had been the longest day in my life. I had been up for 22 hours straight, waiting and riding on plane flights that constantly got delayed or pushed back along with excruciating long car rides. Our mission team stayed the night at some nice hotel and in the morning we would take off for San Juan De La Maguana where we would stay the rest of the week. That morning we woke up extremely early and trudged into the elevators down to the lobby.
At this moment, all barriers that separated us between first and third class were broken as every passenger scrambled to the deck of Carmania to catch a glimpse of Lady Liberty. I managed to get past the crowds of passengers and pressed up against the side of the ship, as we entered the New York Harbor. The past 6 weeks had felt like 6 long months, but the constant feeling of nausea and the bruises from being slammed against the doors of my small cabin/room whenever the ship hit a hard wave was worth it for this moment and this view. Three months earlier, a letter had arrived at our quaint home in Dalkey, Ireland saying that my Aunt Nora had died in childbirth. My uncle Rowan, who owned a millinery shop, was left to his own devices to raise their four children in Boston, Massachusetts.
It happened on June 11, 2015. My lacrosse team won our regional quarter final game the previous day—I scored my personal best of five goals and was named Player of the Game. As a reward for the win, my coach gave us a three hour practice the next day that was strictly conditioning—leaving the seniors 30 minutes to go home, shower, change, and drive to our Senior Dinner at Bowdoin College. I raced home from practice, my sweat sticking to the car leather seats, music blasting, and the wind in my hair. I had the future on my mind: playoffs, graduation, summer, and college.
American Airlines Flight 1420 June 1, 1999, a McDonnel Douglas DC-9-82, dispatched as American Airlines 1420, crashed after it had overran runway 4R, at Little Rock National Airport. The flight claimed the lives of 11 people, including the captain, and 105 passengers received serious or minor injuries, including the first officer and flight attendants (NTSB, 1999). According to the NTSB, this accident was due to pilot error (NTSB, 1999). This report will exam all human interaction as well as performance, utilizing Dr. Scott Shappell’s and Dr. Doug Wiegmann’s HFACS model, so one may find the route cause of the errors, and prevent similar accidents in the future.
So we signed up. Now I was set to travel to Washington and later New York. I probably packed my bags about two months ahead of time just because I was so enthusiastic. The night that I left my friend drove me to the airport. At the airport all the kids who signed up were gathered together in their friend groups, just as I was with mine.
I full of excitement (Absolute), got to packing as soon as I found out. We got there by driving I believe my parents realized their mistake at about hour two because of hearing "are we almost there" every couple of minutes. We left at night so that we could sleep most of the ride, but I couldn’t, I was so excited. When we finally got there, it was amazing and all I had seen was the hotel room. We stayed in the resort so that things were more continent.
My heart sank. At that point I was scared to death. I was loaded onto a stretcher and wheeled out to the helicopter. I heard one of the doctors say under their breath, “This is a lot worse than we thought.”
Despite the drastic price increase. So, about 5 months later, I was headed to Boston. June 25th, I was dressed for success and ready to get on my first ever plane ride alone. After, an hour or so of lines and security, I was waiting and ready to board the plane.
Crossing so many time zones on an eight-hour flight, I knew I would be tired when I arrived, however, I was too excited to sleep on the plane. 14. Anamaria opened the boxes crammed with toys, out sprang griffins, dragons, and phoenixes. 15. Interest rates fell people began borrowing more money.
In 1941 Nazi forces had invaded the Soviet Union. Desperate for more help in the war effort, Stalin called upon record breaking aviatrix Marina Raskova to form an all female bombing squadron. Raskova was up to the task and recruited many women, all between the ages of seventeen and twenty six. The planes they were given were incredibly outdated plywood biplanes with no protection of any sort, whether from bullets or winter air. “In winter, when you 'd look out to see your target better, you got frostbite, our feet froze in our boots, but we carried on flying." said Nadia Popova, one of the women in the squadron.
On Sunday march the 3rd 1974, Turkish flight TK981 set of from Orly Paris at 12:30. The DC-10 plane was expected to arrive in London later that day. The plane ascended up to approximately ………feet and at 12:40 a loud noise was heard from the rear of the plane. The cargo door had ripped open causing a large pressure difference between the cargo hold and passenger cabin. This pressure difference caused a section of the cabin floor to be sucked out of the plane along with 6 seats and the corresponding passengers.
I, Dan McWilliams, woke up at 5:45 to go to work for the FDNY. It was sunny day with clear skies, little did I know the horrors of the day to come. I got to work at 6:45, we were at the station for about 2 hours. Next thing we know every fire station in New York is being called to the twin towers because of an apparent plane crash. It was 8:46 the first plane hit the North Tower, when we arrived it was chaos.