The WWII plane that flew overhead in my backyard last weekend and inspired my Saturday blog post, crashed today.
Here is the photo I was lucky to capture over the weekend. It was gigantic, low flying, and possibly a B-29.
Hubby called the local air museum the next day to learn if they knew anything about the aircraft that flew over our house. They did! It was their B-17. They said, “It looked so big to you because they only fly at 1,200 feet.”
Today, hubby woke up to the news that the aircraft crashed. The plane was carrying ten passengers who had paid for a demonstration ride, an attendant, and two pilots. It apparently lost an engine on takeoff, declared an emergency, and came back around to land when it crashed into a maintenance area and caught fire. So far, there at least seven fatalities. So very sad. More are injured so the toll could go higher.
Here are photos on our evening news:
How tragic to loose so many lives and an historic WWII plane. It is a sad day.
I can’t help but think how life can change in a flash. Don’t take anything for granted, pay attention to children, and be kind.