The Flight Of Your Life

Blades

A heavy thudding sound could be heard in the distance. It was hitting the air real hard. It made me nervous. Still unable to see, I could only imagine what was out there. It felt as though the final credits of the movie were about to roll. They were going to leave me on a cliff hanger.. I wasn't going to see the ending.

Trying desperately to get out of my state of paralysis, I strained my body hard. The resistance acting against me was unsteadying. I was strong, I could do this. I needed too. Not only for my family, but I believed deeply that I owed a personal apology to the families and friends of those onboard my aircraft that didn't survive. That was my aim. 

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It looked as though they were hovering on the horizon. Ten, perfectly lined up helicopters with their rotar blades all spinning at the same time. They were in unison, looking graceful and professional. They knew what they were doing. It offered hope to everyone involved. Many faces lit up. The expression of horror was removed and replaced with a sense of relief. The worst was over. Now to get back on land and correct the wrongs. It would take time for the mental and physical scars to heal. This would not go overnight. The passengers would have to prepare themselves for re-curring nightmares and anxiety. The lucky ones would shrug their shoulders and walk away. Their lives would carry on as normal. The chances of that happening were slim. Even the strongest of characters onboard the aircraft would have had their confidence knocked. In the years to come, they would show their personality by bouncing back. Patience, only patience would heal the wounds.

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I could hear more voices now. Something was happening. The commotion was gradually becoming louder. I couldn't sense panic in the air. It was strange. I wanted to reach out and find Captain Hamilton, but I wasn't able to. Instead, I was lying on a make shift stretcher. My wounds were horrific according to one of the loud doctors and I wasn't in a stable condition. I was confused as to what to feel. I didn't know whether to feel scared, or whether to feel relieved. In this time I had managed to piece out that the large thudding noise was that of rotar blades striking the air. Rescue had come. My survival rate was increasing. I was aware of many bodies surrounding me. I assumed I was the first to fly. All I could wish for was that I was accompanied by Captain Hamilton. Then I would feel safe.