Nirojan
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 Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:28 pm Post subject: K C&C PLZ |
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| Code: | One Tuesday morning, I was called upon extra early to pilot a flight from New York City, to Vancouver. A service maid poured me a cup of coffee as I sat up on my bed, still groggy from the 4-hour nap I barely had.
I entered the flight deck at 5 am, greeted by my long-time co-pilot friend, Sebastian Carter. We've both worked at the LaGuardia airport for almost 12 years now, with him being an ex-US navy pilot.
Carter flipped through the takeoff checklist, while I was examining the instruments.
"We've got, umm— 188 passengers and 5 flight attendants."
I nodded, still fascinated by the new equipment on the Boeing 797. This plane was the first transonic passenger airliner made by Boeing, and it was my first time in it!
"Hey, Carter, look, it's even got hover thrusts!" I said. Carter wasn't surprised; it was already his fourth time in this plane.
"150 knots…200 knots…280 knots."
"Rotate to 45. Takeoff."
"Carter, autopilot on, set heading to…86 degrees.
As the aircraft sped to life, the engine noise was barely noticeable, not even a third as loud as the Boeing 747's four booming thrusters.
As the plane levelled out at 40,000 feet, the transonic timer began to beep.
"This is going to be shaky," Carter warned me, the same time an attendant warned the passengers through the speakers.
"Mach 1 in 4…3…2…1—" A huge white mist blasted outside the cockpit window, as a loud "Boom" resonated through the fuselage, almost shaking the plane.
"Cool, eh?" Carter asked me.
"Yeah… real cool!"
It was 6:15 am when we started preparing for breakfast. Carter ordered fish and chips, but I stuck with instant noodles. After breakfast, I left the plane to Carter as I slowly dozed off to sleep…
Suddenly, I was awakened by loud bleeping alerts. "Left engine's flamed out!" Carter said abruptly.
"Wha—What happened?" I questioned drowsily.
I could heard the loud thumping hail hitting the aircraft and realized that the aircraft was flying in pitch black sky.
"The hail killed the left engine! Come on, engine restart procedures!" yelled Carter. The 797 was built to be able to fly on one engine, but due to a problem with the internal fuel pumps, full throttle wasn't available and the aircraft was starting to slowly dip and bank to the left.
"Alright, Battery!"
"Check."
"Cross feed valves!"
"Open."
"Fire Switch!"
"In."
A few seconds passed by as we waited.
"Anything yet?" I asked.
"No sir."
"Okay, start again from the top!"
"Wait! Captain, nose angle!" Carter yelled as I looked at the ADI, which showed the nose was pointing dangerously high, at about 25 degrees, while also banking steeply to the left.
"Lower the nose!" he yelled.
I frantically pushed on the yoke as hard as I can, but with no response.
"Shit!" I yelled, more frustrated than ever.
I could see that the aircraft was near stalling speed, the speed at which the aircraft isn't fast enough to generate enough lift to keep it in the air.
"Lower the damn nos—"
"I can't! Yoke's freakin' jammed!" I yelled back at him.
After almost 20 seconds, the aircraft stalled and brought us into a steep dive. We could hear the passengers' screaming from the cabin, probably because of the sudden weightlessness.
Struggling to pull the plane back up my efforts seemed useless.
"Overspeed captain!"
I looked at the IAS, which indicated 900 knots, way past the design limit of 730 knots.
"I don’t think the plane can hold that much longer!" I yelled frantically.
Suddenly, the right engine of the plane tore off its wing due to the stress of the dive, followed by a big boom when it struck the side of the fuselage. The air started rushing out of the plane with a loud whoosh at 30,000 feet above sea level.
"Explosive decompression!" Carter yelled.
"Shut up, get your mask on!" I replied.
We both fitted our pressured oxygen masks on, which provided us with pressurized oxygen at high altitudes where it's impossible to breath. Carter's oxygen tube came off the mask, so I had to help him fit it back in, losing precious time.
After struggling with the plane for 40 more seconds, the plane started levelling out. Still sweating and panting, we started emergency landing procedures. I radioed the air traffic controllers.
“Mayday, mayday, mayday, this is Dasher 4, requesting direct to Winnipeg.”
“Do you need priority?”
“Yes, we do, we’ve lost both engines sir, repeat, both engines are down. We also had an explosive decompression.”
“Holy—Okay, maintain flight level 1-3-0 direct clearance for runway 3. Do you need medical personnel?”
“Umm… yes, requesting medical personnel.”
We turned the plane to the heading of the airport. However, since the engines weren’t supplying electricity to the cockpit, the vertical speed indicator and glide slope instruments weren’t working, which made landing our plane much more difficult.
Soon it became apparent that our plane was coming in too high and too fast for a landing.
"We're in way too high." I said, after doing a quick calculation.
"Err…Do we have enough air to do a 360?"
After another short calculation, we concluded that doing a 360° would leave us with too little altitude to reach the runway. We both thought in bare silence.
"I'm going to do a slip." I finally stated.
"No! The jet's too big! You're gonna goddamn crash it!"
"Do we have any other options?" I asked.
I was a former glider pilot, so I had some training in doing slips. Putting an aircraft into a slip is done by contradicting the ailerons and rudder. By doing this, the aircraft banks one direction while maintaining the same heading, therefore the large surface area of the aircraft slows the plane down, enabling us to land the plane at a safe speed.
"Kay, here we go…" I started turning the yoke to the right and pushing the left rudder pedal. The controls were slow because of the lack of hydraulics. Slowly but surely, our jumbo aircraft went into a sideslip. The plane trembled as if it were about to give in. On Carter's side window, I could see a golf course, but people there couldn't hear our huge plane. Without engines, the plane was a silent gliding chunk of metal.
As the runway drew closer, I let the plane out of its slip and aligned it with the runway.
"Lower landing gear." I told Carter.
"Kay, it's lowered—wait the light isn't on. I felt the click of the main gear though."
"It better be locked…" I said.
At the edge of the runway, I pulled back on the yoke gently, and the plane touched down on the runway with its nose high, nearly missing a tailstrike.
"Throttles zero, reverse thrusters."
Smoke started pouring in the cockpit as the plane was coming to a stop.
"We've got smoke!"
When the plane got to a full stop, we quickly performed a checklist.
"Electrics off. Fuel shut down. Cabin depressurized.
"Come on, let's get the hell out of here." I said.
As the passengers and crew evacuated the aircraft, I felt more proud than ever. Headlines all over the world told of the incident that almost crippled a Boeing 797, the newest jet in the aviation industry. All 195 people aboard the plane escaped. 30 received minor injuries such as frostbite and bruises and 6 sustained serious injuries from the explosive decompression. 1 of the 6 seriously injured died 4 months later in the hospital.
The engine knocked out a 3-by-1.5 meter of the left side of the fuselage, and damaged the tail section, which contained much of the hydraulic systems, which are used to move flight control surfaces, such as elevators and flaps.
After almost half a year of investigation and interviews of Carter and I, the National Transportation Safety Board issued a report, stating that hail had damaged the compressor blades of the left engine, and stress from the steep dive tore off the other engine. The horizontal stabilizer was also damaged when the engine struck it.
Sebastian Carter and I both continue working for this airline, receiving the Award for Heroism and Outstanding Performance.
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