With half a dozen or so satellites from countries around the world giving reports of sightings of likely pieces from the missing Malaysia Airlines Flight 370, a Boeing 777 that carried 226 passengers and 13 crew members, that country’s prime minister Najib Razak announced Monday that the flight had ended in the Indian Ocean. The plane had been missing for nearly three weeks.
“This is a remote location … it is therefore with deep sadness and regret that I must inform you that according to new data, Flight MH 370 ended in the southern Indian Ocean,” said Razak. There is still no determination of what caused its fatal plunge or where it now rests. The flight had originated in Kuala Lumpur headed for Beijing.
Anyone who has ever served as part of an airline crew shares with any other airline crew around the world similarities in experiences, becoming much like families as in the brotherhoods of any service-oriented organization. What happens to one, we all feel, no matter how long out of the field. To the families who lost their loved ones, to the crew members who without a doubt in my mind, put their passengers’ and charges’ safety before any thoughts of their own, no matter the cause, the result is my deep, profound sense of grief at their loss.
By John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of -- Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew --
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.