March 3, 1972 an airplane crashed into a house a block from the where we lived. It was 3 miles outside of the airport. We didn't see the plane crash, but we heard it and ran to the sight, arriving well before any first responders. As soon as we saw that it was a plane crash we were afraid that it might explode. A neighbor was sure that there were people on board that were still alive and was frantically yelling for people to help. It was only about 10 - 12 minutes before police and fireman arrived, but it seemed like a lifetime. Although it was residential neighborhood, the plane took out only that one house. Sixteen people aboard the airplane were killed, including the pilot and first officer; 36 passengers were injured. A man who rented the second floor of the house also was killed.
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