‘Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I am you captain for today’s flight from Sydney back to Singapore, this will be a long flight, the temperature for today is 15C. Thank you for flying with Singapore Airlines and I hope that you will have a pleasant flight.’
Jack, the co-pilot and I started the normal drill, checking the normal flight procedures and whether everything was functioning normally. I had a bad night yesterday, I was awake for most of the time, watching the World Cup final. I was having a slight headache but I was meant to fly back to Singapore today so I just hanged on, wishing that there will be no turbulence and I can have a safe and comfortable flight back home.
Just before we are to take off, my co-pilot noticed that I was not feeling well and he asked me whether I was feeling bad, the traffic control also felt that there was something wrong with me as I sounded sleepy and asked me if I wanted to have a switch with another pilot, a taboo for a pilot that is to take off for a long flight. I lied to them and said that I was fine and that I had a long sleep last night. Everything was ready to go, and we took off, without much difficulty the plane has risen to the normal cruising height and it was switched to auto-pilot and soon, I fell asleep.
It was not long before I was awoken by a mayday transmitted by my co-pilot to the air-traffic control. The plane had flown into an ash cloud formed by an erupting volcano and the plane was plummeting fast. There was nothing that we could have done to save the flight. The plane fell fast and it crashed, out of control.
My co-pilot died, along with half of the 245 passengers, I should not have flown that day, I should not have watched the football match, I could have watched a replay, now it is all too late, and I will be behind these bars till I die.
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