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Civilian Cargo Boeing 744 Down at Bagram
Civilian contract to US Air Force AMC went down today at Bagram. Condolences to the familys and friends of the 8 crew-members aboard. According to the Aviation Herald, listeners on the frequency heard the aircraft report a shifting load as the aircraft aprupty pitched upward and stalled right after takeoff. (avherald.com) Más...Sort type: [Top] [Newest]
A dear friend of mine was one of the pilots on board. Cant imagine what the family is going thru! he left behind a young son! Trying to muster up the courage to call!
Just call, dude. They need your support.
give yourself and them some time....whenever you are strong enough to be a strong back bone for them give them a call....If you live relatively close to the family it may mean more if you give them a few days for this all to settle in and then you can go visit them.
My condolences to you and his family
To watch the video to me is nothing short of horrific. I almost wish all the cameras in the world would go away, as a scene like this all but puts you there. The risks that aviators in general accept, and professionals, in particular, must consider, are part and parcel to what we want to do. The fact of the matter is that most think it won't happen to them, but when one considers the long thread of things, people, systems, weather, et.al. that must go right in order to accomplish a mission, the prudent aviator won't spend much time thinking it can't happen to them. I have lost a couple of friends to the business over the years, and it hits close to home. This does too. I didn't know the crew or the families, so my deepest condolences will have to suffice, but I can relate to the hole in the heart, the pain for the company, and sorrow felt by all involved.
For the crew..........
Flying West
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky,
Where pilots can go, when they have to die-
A place where a guy can go and buy a cold beer
For a friend and comrade, whose memory is dear;
A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread,
Nor management type would ere be caught dead;
Just a quaint little place, kinda dark and full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke;
The kind of place where a lady could go
And feel safe and protected, by the men she would know.
There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their paining is finished, and their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And the songs about flying and dying are sung,
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd flown west before.
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door;
Who would buy you a drink if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And then through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen for years, though he taught you how to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased that you're here.
"For this is the place where true flyers come,
"When the journey is over, and the war has been won
"They've come here to at last to be safe and alone
From the government clerk and the management clone,
"Politicians and lawyers, the Feds and the noise
Where the hours are happy, and these good ol'boys
"Can relax with a cool one, and a well-deserved rest;
"This is Heaven, my son -- you've passed your last test!"
Author: Capt. Michael J. Larkin
Dedicated to: Capt. E. Hamilton Lee
Flying West
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky,
Where pilots can go, when they have to die-
A place where a guy can go and buy a cold beer
For a friend and comrade, whose memory is dear;
A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread,
Nor management type would ere be caught dead;
Just a quaint little place, kinda dark and full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke;
The kind of place where a lady could go
And feel safe and protected, by the men she would know.
There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their paining is finished, and their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And the songs about flying and dying are sung,
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd flown west before.
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door;
Who would buy you a drink if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And then through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen for years, though he taught you how to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased that you're here.
"For this is the place where true flyers come,
"When the journey is over, and the war has been won
"They've come here to at last to be safe and alone
From the government clerk and the management clone,
"Politicians and lawyers, the Feds and the noise
Where the hours are happy, and these good ol'boys
"Can relax with a cool one, and a well-deserved rest;
"This is Heaven, my son -- you've passed your last test!"
Author: Capt. Michael J. Larkin
Dedicated to: Capt. E. Hamilton Lee