PROLOGUE
Down, Down, Down… This feeling is completely foreign to me Panic, Fear, Dread, Sadness all rolled into an overwhelming realization that your end is terrifyingly near and there is no possible hope to save yourself. I feel an extreme urge to pray, yeah that's what I'll do pray, pray to I hope, a merciful God 'Please protect me and Please, Lord Please SAVE ME!!' My son's face pops into my head, 'oh God my baby, I Love you' and then my mothers 'mommy help me' followed by all the faces of my family and friends. In my head I try to say I love you to everyone I know hoping to push that thought and feeling out to them so they would all feel it. It is then I look over at the Person next to me, a man by the name of Dave who happens to be flying this deathtrap. At first I feel only anger towards him in his inability to properly fly this tuna can and thus causing the inevitable crash. Then the realization hits me that this is not his fault and he must have a family he will be leaving behind as well. Camaraderie springs out of me then for this man, after all we are facing the same demise. I grab his arm in hopes to give as well as get some comfort from him. He responds to this action by latching onto my hand and looking up, his eyes a reflection of my own horror etched ones. "This is it isn't it?" I say to him. "I'm trying!" he says. Then He yells "Put your head down!" I obey, and with only two thoughts in mind 'Oh Shit this is gonna hurt!' and One last 'Goodbye' I close my eyes.