“Ok, pump the primer, full throttle and turn to final”. There was no time, or reason to make a radio announcement, not at a grass strip with no other aircraft around, and considering during the entire nightmare of the past ten minutes of flight he had failed to announce mayday, or even have time to turn the radio to 121.5, so why start now. Onto short final, about a quarter mile from the strip the runway mushroomed in the forward view.
Chucks last words spoken to his nonexistent crew-mates and the world over the intercom were, “Damn” and after a short pause, “Trees”.
Chucks last words spoken to his nonexistent crew-mates and the world over the intercom were, “Damn” and after a short pause, “Trees”.