One of my biggest fears came to fruition for 239 people over the China Sea on Friday. You have no idea how much I have to steel myself to get on an airplane any more. It’s kind of amazing that this world is so big and so small all at the same time. It’s hard to get away with anything with all of the surveillance cameras and cell phones and GPS and everything else. But drop a 777 in the China Sea and poof! It’s gone!
The last time something like this happened Air France dumped one into the drink. And they screwed up and dumped it in the drink. That shit scares the hell out of me. It’s easy to blame the pilots and it was pilot error, the reporter says “He’s on 32 years old” her voice dripping with judgement. The last words were the Captain asking “but what’s going on?” He had 11,000 flight hours. The 32 year old first officer had 2900 flight hours. He didn’t make the right decision but I think a hero is a hero and Bonin wasn’t. And the flight went down.
That’s the thing. How do you if there is a Sully or a Bonin in your cockpit? 99% of the time it just doesn’t matter, but in the oft chance it does…it matters.
The thing is, where that plane went down was such a rugged place in the ocean that it took over two years to find it all. The underwater mountains were so severe that sonar was useless.
The idea of a watery grave is a little freaky to me. I’d like to think I’m long gone and can watch from somewhere else by then. So yeah, the lost Malaysia flight makes me itchy. And sad for the families who probably have at least several months in front of them of waiting for their loved ones to be recovered.