Crash Of United Flight 811

There suddenly, a great big gap the fuselage flew off the map the captain fought to keep control flight engineer had just one role to go assess the damage now he rushed downstairs to find out how the crew were coping with the mess and felt the turbulence, no less than what you would expect to find he fell and slid, and in his mind he saw himself go through the door to fly away and live no more. A flight attendant grabbed his shirt much earlier she'd been a flirt they got him to unsteady feet Hawaiian suntan, white as sheet. Nine passengers had been the cost depressurised, their lives were lost. And sitting by the cargo hold the suction took them to the cold of thirty thousand feet, oh shit into the engines, that was it. Death would be instant, so they say no time to wonder or to pray it beats a quarter million seconds it takes four minutes, captain reckons to reach the oceans near Hawaii in any case it is good bye. His name was Tom, his parents stood inside the terminal, they would surprise him with a late night snack all pre-arranged inside the black and cozy Auckland Oyster Bar. He would come home, a real star had passed the hardest test of all at Harvard, finished in the Fall and was a full-fledged Engineer who had designed new landing gear for DC Tens, four hundred seats to ease the force when metal meets the tarmac at full landing speed he'd solved a problem there indeed and in the case of a disaster his tac would get the gear down faster. But sadly, it was not to be he would not land nor would he see his loved ones or his homeland ground inspite of all he's never found.