When I unbuckled my seat belt and got up, my captain had just informed 187 people that we were about to die. “The plane is out of control.” His shaky voice boomed through the cabin, “Brace for impact.” However, nobody on that plane knew that I had already lived this same horror thirty-two years prior, and that I had been named Phoenix by the Air Force.
The cockpit door swung inward. For one suspended second, neither pilot seemed to understand what they were seeing. Captain Thomas Reed had both hands around the yoke, his shoulders rigid …
When I unbuckled my seat belt and got up, my captain had just informed 187 people that we were about to die. “The plane is out of control.” His shaky voice boomed through the cabin, “Brace for impact.” However, nobody on that plane knew that I had already lived this same horror thirty-two years prior, and that I had been named Phoenix by the Air Force. Read More