
"May day! May day! This is NOVEMBER TWO THREE
ECHO TANGO (N23ET) anyone please reply, over!"
There was no reply.
Again in my intense fear, "God, please don't make this
my last."
The Cessna swooped down to about five hundred feet,
shaking intensely before descending to three, and then slowly
to two hundred-altitude level.
Subsequently at that height, Captain Joe Ferret pulled
hard the control that somehow eased down the fall and the
bow nosed up, almost leveling off with the ground.
At about a hundred feet, the plane picked up more speed
as gravity gained weight on it. Thirty feet, twenty, ten, five...
and then just before impact, Captain Ferret stepped hard
on his flaps pedal, stalling the aircraft almost in the right timing
as it was making the touch down. Basic human instinct of
survival powered by years of experience was controlling him
at that instance.
A loud bang cracked inside the cabin and the plane
bashed on the ground. I can feel the weight of gravity on
my chest as the Cessna 340 bounced off and screeched
wildly.
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