Then, silence again. The plane bobbed in the freezing current.
He was the last one out.
The January cold bit through the cockpit glass like a wolf at the glass. Captain Chesley “Sully” Sullenberger, his hair the color of a winter sky, ran the final checklist. To his right, First Officer Jeff Skiles worked the switches. Routine. After thirty years, everything was routine.
“My engine’s dead too,” Sully replied. He reached for the emergency manual, but his mind was already three steps ahead. New York’s skyline drifted past the nose. The towers of Manhattan were silent witnesses.
Then, silence again. The plane bobbed in the freezing current.
He was the last one out.
The January cold bit through the cockpit glass like a wolf at the glass. Captain Chesley “Sully” Sullenberger, his hair the color of a winter sky, ran the final checklist. To his right, First Officer Jeff Skiles worked the switches. Routine. After thirty years, everything was routine.
“My engine’s dead too,” Sully replied. He reached for the emergency manual, but his mind was already three steps ahead. New York’s skyline drifted past the nose. The towers of Manhattan were silent witnesses.
