The Story of Bob MC Joe The twenty-seventh Today I was going to the airport on my bike, because I don't own a car. I was taking a plane to San Francisco so I could take care of my cousin Joe MC Bob the twenty-first's chickens and then become queen of squirrels. The breeze was cold and the morning was same as usual. I think it is a good thing I have a bike, because the traffic is horrible. I arrived just time in to be able to get a ticket to get on the plane. I had just enough money to get a ticket to get on the plane to San Francisco. I didn't pack any thing with me, because I didn't expect to come back and I don't really own many things. The plane started to take off and moments later we were high above the ground. There were 7 crew members on at the …show more content…
There was this man on the other side of the plane that looked suspicious because he was was putting on a red bandanna. The next thing I know there are 3 people yelling in a different language and people screaming all around me. They were threatening the passengers and making people stay down. They went into the cockpit and I heard 2 bodies hit the ground. Everyone was in a panic and were shocked at what was happening. We heard a man on the intercom that said to remain calm and stay seated. I remained calm and was trying to find what was going on. I heard someone say it was a hijacking and that there were other planes that were hijacked and crashed into buildings. We had to come up with a place to stop the terrorists that were in control of the plane. I first made a call to my cousin and told him sorry that I couldn't take care of the chickens. After we came up with the place we told the crew members to call 911 and the passengers started to call loved ones. The men on the plane got together and got the serving cart and then we started to ram the door to the cockpit. The man came up on the intercom and said to stop
They searched through the rubbish and raced in time to check the buildings before and after the buildings collapsed. There were clouds of smoke, dust, and debris flying through the streets blinding the bystanders. Hundreds of servicemen died that day, including military personnel in the Pentagon who were also hit by the hijackers. I had a cousin named Johnnie Doctor Jr. who was in the Navy. He was killed in the Pentagon.
Although the flight was scheduled to depart from JFK Airport at about 7:00 p.m., it was delayed due to a disabled piece of ground equipment and concerns about a suspected passenger mismatch with baggage. The airplane took off at 8:18 p.m., shortly at 8:25 p.m., Boston air route traffic control center (ARTCC) instructed the pilots to climb and maintain an altitude of 19,000 feet and then lower down to 15,000 feet. However, at 8:26 p.m., Boston ARTCC amended TWA flight 800's altitude clearance, advising the pilots to maintain an altitude of 13,000 feet. At 8:29 p.m., the captain stated, "Look at that crazy fuel flow indicator there on number four... see that?" One minute later Boston ARTCC advised them to climb and maintain 15,000 feet to which the pilot replied: “Climb thrust”. After an extremely loud and quick sound, the cockpit voice recorder stopped recording at 8:31 p.m. At that moment, the crew of an Eastwind Airlines Boeing 737 flying nearby reported an explosion in the sky. TWA Flight 800 aircraft had broken up and crashed into the sea, 8 miles south of East Moriches, killing all on board. (1,2)
the pilot died. I really don't know what I would do, I don't know how to fly a
It was the first time I ever rode in one so I wanted to make the experience a memorable one. That’s why I decided to ride in the passenger seat in the front with the driver, and not in the back with the rest of the family. While riding down the road, the driver turned on the radio station. This was the moment when I first heard the announcement of planes crashing into the Twin Towers. At this time, both the north and south towers of The World Trade Center had collapsed. There was no mention of a terrorist attack at this time, I did not hear about that part until later that day when we got home and saw it on the news. The vehicle was quite at this time, I think we were all in shock and disbelief. I remember seeing the driver have tears that dripped down his face. I really didn’t know the significance of the Twin Towers at the time, or why would anyone want to attack New York City. All I knew was that the person on the radio keep saying airplanes full of people crashed into the Twin Towers. When we got to the repast, everyone was talking about what happened, and their version of what they heard off of the radio. Some people were saying it was a plane that crashed into the World Trade Center, others were saying that it was a bombing. There were many different versions of what actually happened, floating around the room. There were so many different stories, until I started to
About an hour and 15 minutes later we were taking position. The guns were being set and mounted and the waters were dotted with LCVP boats. I was starting to wonder if I was going to make it out alive. Suddenly, a U.S. carpet bomber flew by and blew
the plane was lying here, on the beach, with us. It was a very strange
It was the morning of September 1, 2001 and my team and I were heading back to San Francisco. We were heading back home after a tough win over the Nets in New Jersey. I tried to get some of my other teammates to ride on the same flight as me, but they all said no. I started toward the airport at about six o'clock and arrived at about six-thirty. When I got there I checked my ticket. It said I'd have to be at gate 17 by seven-thirty and that flight 93 would be leaving at eight o'clock. I checked my watch and it said I still had an hour to wait, so I took a seat and got out my phone to check the highlights from last night's game. I was a little surprised that my dunk was apart of the highlights. Then, I heard the worst possible sound you could hear at an airport. “Flight 93 has been delayed. We'll try to get the plane ready as soon as we can,” the intercom boomed across the airport. “Great,” I thought. Since
For instance, the multiple calls made to family members as well as 911 from the frantic passengers. Mark Bingham for instance called 911, as well as his mom telling her he loved her and that the plane was being hijacked. Another man called 911 screaming that they were being hijacked and that he heard some sort of explosion and saw white smoke coming from the plane. Then there was Tom Burnett, who called his wife saying the hijackers had already stabbed to death one passenger and that he intended to do something about it. A Jeremy Glick called his relatives saying the same, that he and some other passengers were intending to fight the hijackers. These calls brought up the thought that perhaps some passengers on board had fought the hijackers, keeping them from controlling the plane, and sending it crashing to the ground.
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.
When I was 18 years old my friends and I thought that it would be a good idea to go on a road trip across the country. We lived in Rhode Island and we were going to head up to Florida for the week. I had told my parents that I was going on a service trip with the school because I knew that if my parents knew I would be spending the week in a villa in Florida with just my friends there was no way they would let me go. I had promised my elderly neighbour that I would walk her dogs the day we were supposed to leave so I was planning to drive up by myself a day later. The next morning, I set off to the nineteen-hour drive to Florida. The first couple of hours were fine, the traffic wasn’t bad. Then I hit the ten-hour mark and I was starting to
Oh my gosh! The plane is shaking, we are going down! I'm sure everyone is thinking about their families right now. I'm thinking about my family right now, how will my mother live without me? The plane is shaking even more! The backend just fell into the ocean! We are going down onto the beach! The plane strikes the beach and hits so hard I hit my head against the seat in front of me. I am bleeding from my forehead and I have a few scratches but they are not very deep. I get up and go out to the beach and see who else is out there, but there's only a few couples. I waited to see if anyone needs help getting on to the beach and if they do then I help them. There are a few of us that try to get everyone off quickly. Next thing I know a
As the jet flew over the mountains, the flight attendant said we would arrive later than expected because unusual weather we are approaching. I have terrible fears of heights and I have always feared something like this would occur. I had to calm myself down and prepare for the worst, when the flight attendant was speaking on the microphone the lights flicked on and off and out of nowhere everything blacked out. An unsuspected lightning bolt came straight into the plane everyone scream and beg to make it off safely. After, that we were losing aptitude in the air I was having an anxiety attack.
I was visiting my father’s work the 5th floor of the south tower. From the start, this day felt off to me. It was almost like I had a signal something bad was going to happen. I was sitting and thinking about this until suddenly everything changed. At 8:45 am, a crash shook and frightned everyone tremendously. I looked out and the north tower was in flames, along with an airplane hooked to the side of it. My dad told me to follow him, but I kept watching.
On a nearby screen, there was a plane crash being reported. It looked horrifying. I walked over to that T.V. screen and continued to watch the report. In the subtitles, I read, Sioux City Flight 232 Failed Engine. I could not believe my eyes, a crash, a plane crash! I informed my wife immediately. Everyone around us looked horrified about the incident, some even called their loved ones to make sure that they were alright. My wife, frightened of the airplane’s failed engine, began to have second thoughts of boarding our next flight in less than thirty
I pick my brother up from school around the same time everyday. But for some reason, I decided to pick him up a few minutes earlier that day. I took the same, usual, boring road to picking him up. There was no traffic that day, no pedestrians on the sidewalks and the sky was clear. Not a cloud in sight. There was nothing on the radio and no one sitting next to me to talk to. So I just concentrated on the road.