US Airways plane down in Hudson River
 

Appears that pilot did a great job and early reports are that all 148 people and crew all got out. Response was fantastic. Pilot landed plane in river!
Great job for all envolved!

Helluva job for sure. The jet is capable of flying on 1 engine but it sounds like he flew into a flock of geese/ducks and flamed out both engines. Lucky passengers they had an experienced driver.

Flight Attendants
 

The pilot did a great job landing the plane and the flight attendants did an outstanding job of getting all the passengers out and into the life boats with no injuries.

Next time everyone flies, remember that flight attendants are not there to just serve you a drink. When they ask you to turn off your cell phone, put your seat belt on, put your carry on bags under the seat or in the overhead, put your seat up for landing, etc. do not ignore or give them a hard time. Just say Thank You

Wow!
 

That pilot and staff should receive some kind of an award or special recognition! That's an amazing story. And I heard last night that the pilot is 58 and they had a law in place that you must retire at 60. I didn't get the whole story, but I heard that might have been changed to 65. This man is truly a hero.

I love to fly and have always had the greatest respect for pilots and flight attendants. They are seriously not just "glam" jobs. I have never thought of flight attendants as just "glorified waitresses" as some call them. I know the training they go through and I think they're :eclipsee_gold_cup:

Great Job By All
 

It really was an incredible incident!
The pilot seemed to have done everything right. I'm sure his years of experience and his training in the AF as well as later played a huge role in this survival story.
One questions I have - He reached the Hudson north of the George Washington Bridge. I wonder was it instinct, co-incidence, training or luck that caused him to turn south along the river toward the city? Had he gone north, he would have avoided any potential mishap with boats in the river, and been farther away from buildings and people who could have been impacted by a crash. That certainly could have been viewed as a reasonable approach. On the other hand, though, turning south led him toward the city, and all the ferries, tugs, police and coast guard boats in the water which finished off the happy story by keeping the plane from sinking (looked like it was tied to a tug) and getting the folks out of the water before the plane sank and they froze. The few minutes needed for boats to head farther north could have been the difference between everyone living and everyone freezing/ drowning.
So why did the pilot turn south and make everything work out so well? I'd like to think he thought it through and decided the best chance of getting the plane down and everyone ashore was to put it in the river near the ferries and Circle Line, where there were some pretty large boats capable of carrying all the folks away quickly.
And whatever the pilots reason for going south, remember, in addition to the pilot, crew and apparently calm passengers, the guys in the Circle Line and the Waterway Ferries also deserve a little credit for their quick actions. One was interviewed, and he just said "I saw the plane come down and started untying the boat" . A great reaction that helped as well.

Thank God everyone is alive and injuries were minor.
Looking at the pictures, all the little floating objects, seat cushions?? Carry-ons?
I wonder if the luggage will be recovered.
Planes are not made for water landings, these folks were blessed to have an experienced pilot.:clap2:

While I had not thought about this from a perspective of pilot decision, I was thinking the exact same thing in terms of being in the area of lots of ferry boats, etc. I believe the immediate "touchdown" area was just off Weehawkin where a ferry boat does nothing but go back and forth to NYC all day long. If this had happened on just about any other waterway, the results could have been disasterous. If selection of this area to put it down was indeed a conscious decision by the pilot, then he is an even bigger hero.

At 3200 feet & no power he had very few options, and he was smart enough to understand that and make the best of what he had to work with: a big glider with a helluva sink rate and very little altitude. He did a Great Job and so did the rest of the crew!

He's An Even Bigger Hero...
 

I read an interview the pilot gave where he did say that he had no choice but the Hudson (city sidewalks wouldn't work) and he did decide to head downriver to reach a point where ferries and tugs would be readily available to help get the folks out of the water. So he did think it through!
It is an incredible testament to the kind of person this pilot is (smart, brave, cool under pressure), and the training he went through, that he could quickly process all of the information available and pick a spot where there were folks to help the passengers out of the plane. It's now even more amazing to me!

60 Minutes will have the interview on Sunday and Larry King on Tuesday, February 10.

Some of the aviation websites have said that the pilot had a glider rating. That may have been reported from other sources, too.

There are no words to describe how amazing this was.

I wonder if the pilot will retire now. I would think that would have to be the most memorable exit in retirement history.

Boomer

Wow!
 

Hearing the radio transmissions took my breath away. This pilot and crew deserve all the accolades and great things coming their way. The pilot sounded cool and calm. Amazing.

I've always been in awe of pilots with a secret dream of learning how to fly. My husband's a white knuckle flyer and one time we were landing in Chicago and the pilot came on and said he was just informed that we would be stacked up and didn't know how long, maybe 7 planes in front of us. I remember he had a very relaxed southern accent. My hubby immediately did not like this news. Then the pilot said, very calmly. "Folks, we don't have enough fuel for that length of time, so I've made a decision to fly back to Indiana and refuel. Now I know, we have more than enough to get there. Consider this little side trip on me." And he kind of chuckled in a deep reassuring way. Everyone applauded. Just his casual tone and good humor put everyone, including my hubby, at ease.

Anyone out there, pilots -- any crew, you have my deepest respect. :clap2::eclipsee_gold_cup:

I'm with you Chels. I can't bvelieve how calm it was in the cockpit. I would have been bouncing all over the place and screaming. I'm a white knuckeed flyer, like your husband. By the time I get to my destination God is sick of me. I spend my whole time praying.

Chelsea, you are right. There is nothing like a calm pilot.

Several years ago, took off from Orlando in some really ominous skies. While waiting to board I had been reading an article about cowboy pilots that just happened to have been in the newspaper. The article had talked about a guy who always yelled, "YEEHAW!!!!" when he took off. (I doubt the cabin could hear him.)

So anyway, boarded the plane under those dark skies. Got all settled in. Our pilot came on and said to us, "The first few thousand might be a little bumpy, but then it will be smooooooth flyin' all the way to Cincinnati."

And he said it in a voice that sounded just like Barry White. And I totally relaxed. And up through those wicked skies we went. And he was right.

When we landed, it was like a gentle kiss to the runway.

Mr. Boomer was waiting and I told him about the pilot that I have since referred to as my "Barry White-Voice Pilot." That flight was so perfect and memorable that it is stuck in my mind.

Something else. I will confess, I have flown on the Concorde. Mach 2 Boomer. In 1993. Now before you think I was a high-powered exec or a rock star, not the case at all. It was a deal connected with a return on the QEII. I think it was $3000 total including a week at the Ritz in London.

A deal of a lifetime. Talk about a takeoff. And NY to Heathrow -- 3 hours, 18 minutes. And that flight is really stuck in my mind.

I sobbed when the French did not sweep their runway or whatever that was about.

Mr. Boomer was not with me on that trip. I used to tease him and say that we should go to London together, but he would have to fly Delta and I would fly the Concorde because we could not afford for both of us to fly the Concorde and he would not know what he was missing.

But I seriously had also told him that someday he had to fly the Concorde. He would have appreciated it far more than I did even. That plane was a beautiful creature.

Well, I think I have digressed and hijacked enough for one morning and I need to get out of here.

You can bet the Boomers will be glued to those upcoming television interviews.

Boomer

Ahhhh.....
 

Boomer! You flew on my dream plane. I never did get the chance and always, always wanted to. I envy you. That had to be a wonderful experience. ;)

If you're following this story, don't forget the first interview is tonight on 60 Minutes at 7:00.

Boomer

First Hand Account From a Passanger
 

This is a first-hand account from a passenger on Flight 1549. It is an internal memo to the members of his firm. It is very well written, is descriptive, and gives this man's honest reactions to the events around him. It's from a partner at Heidrick &Struggles, an executive recruiting firm, who was on Flight 1549. Gerry McNamara (New York/Charlotte) was on US Airways Flight 1549 last week. Here is his account of the event:


Thursday was a difficult day for all of us at the firm and I left the Park Avenue office early afternoon to catch a cab bound for LaGuardia Airport. I was scheduled for a 5 pm departure, but able to secure a seat on the earlier flight scheduled to leave at 3 pm. As many of us who fly frequently often do, I recall wondering if I'd just placed myself on a flight I shouldn't be on!

Just prior to boarding I finished up a conference call with my associate, Jenn Sparks (New York), and our placement, the CIO of United Airlines. When I told him that I was about to board a US Airways flight, we all had a little fun with it.

I remember walking on the plane and seeing a fellow with grey hair in the cockpit and thinking "that's a good thing... I like to see grey hair in the cockpit!"

I was seated in 8F, on the starboard side window and next to a young business man. The New York to Charlotte flight is one I'v e taken what seems like hundreds of times over the years. We take off north over the Bronx and as we climb, turn west over the Hudson River to New Jersey and tack south. I love to fly, always have, and this flight plan gives a great view of several NY landmarks including Yankee Stadium and the George Washington Bridge.

I had started to point out items of interest to the gentleman next to me when we heard a terrible crash - a sound no one ever wants to hear while flying - and then the engines wound down to a screeching halt. 10 seconds later, there was a strong smell of jet fuel. I knew we would be landing and thought the pilot would take us down no doubt to Newark Airport. As we began to turn south I noticed the pilot lining up on the river - still - I thought - en route for Newark.



Next thing we heard was "Brace for impact!" - a phrase I had heard many years before as an active duty Marine officer but never before on a commercial air flight. Everyone looked at each other in shock. It all happened so fast we were astonished!

We began to descend rapidly and it started to sink in. This is the last flight. I'm going to die today. This is it. I recited my favorite bible verse, the Lord's Prayer, and asked God to take care of my wife, children, family, and friends.

When I raised my head I noticed people texting their friends and family....getting off a last message. My blackberry was turned off and in my trouser pocket...no time to get at it. Our descent continued and I prayed for courage to control my fear and help if able.

I quickly realized that one of two things was going to happen, neither of them good. We could hit by the nose, flip and break up, leaving few if any survivors, bodies, cold water, fuel. Or we could hit one of the wings and roll and flip with the same result. I tightened my seat belt as tight as I could possibly get it so I would remain intact.

As we came in for the landing, I looked out the windows and remember seeing the buildings in New Jersey, the cliffs in Weehawken, and then the piers. The water was dark green and sure to be freezing cold. The stewardesses were yelling in unison: "Brace! Brace! Brace!"

It was a violent hit - the water flew up over my window - but we bobbed up and were all amazed that we remained intact.

There was some panic - people jumping over seats and running towards the doors, but we soon got everyone straightened out and calmed down. There were a lot of people that took leadership roles in little ways. Those sitting at the doors over the wing did a fantastic job...they were opened in a New York second! Everyone worked together - teamed up and in groups to figure out how to help each other.

I exited on the starboard side of the plane, 3 or 4 rows behind my seat, through a door over the wing and was, I believe, the 10th or 12th person out. I took my seat cushion as a flotation device and once outside saw I was the only one who did.....none of us remembered to take the yellow inflatable life vests from under the seat.

We were standing in 6-8 inches of water and it was freezing. There were two women on the wing, one of whom slipped off into the water. Another passenger and I pulled her back on and had her kneel down to keep from falling off again. By that point we were totally soaked and absolutely frozen from the icy wind.

The ferries were the first to arrive, and although they're not made for rescue, they did an incredible job. I know this river, having swum in it as a boy. The Hudson is an estuary - part salt and part fresh water - and moves with the tide. I could tell the tide was moving out because we were tacking slowly south towards Ellis Island, The Statue of Liberty, and The Battery.

The first ferry boat pulled its bow up to the tip of the wing, and the first mate lowered the Jacobs ladder down to us. We got a couple people up the ladder to safety, but the cur rent was strong, pushing the stern of the boat into the inflatable slide, and we were afraid it would puncture it...there must have been 25 passengers in it by now. Only two or three were able to board the first ferry before it moved away.

Another ferry came up and we were able to get the woman who had fallen into the water on the ladder, but she just couldn't move her legs and fell off. Back onto the ladder she went; however, the ferry had to back away because of the swift current. A helicopter arrived on station (nearly blowing us all off the wing) and followed the ferry with the woman on the ladder.. We lost view of the situation but I believe the helicopter lowered its basket to rescue her.

As more ferries arrived, we were able to get people up on the boats a few at a time. The fellow in front of me fell off the ladder and into the water. When we got him back on the ladder but he could not move his legs to climb. I couldn't help him from my position so I climbed up the ladder to the ferry deck where the first mate and I hoisted the Jacobs ladder with him on it...when he got close enough we grabbed his trouser belt and hauled him on deck. We were all safely off the wing.

We could not stop shaking. Uncontrollable shaking. The only thing I had with me was my blackberry, which had gotten wet and was not working. (It started working again a few hours later).

The ferry took us to the Weehawken Terminal in NJ where I borrowed a phone and called my wife to let her know I was okay. The second call I made was to Jenn. I knew she would be worried about me and could communicate to the rest of the firm that I was fine. At the terminal, first responders assessed everyone's condition and sent people to the hospital as needed. As we pulled out of Weehawken, my history kicked in and I recall it was the site of the famous duel between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr in 1804. Thankfully I left town in better condition than Mr. Hamilton who died of a mortal wound the next day! I stayed with my sister on Long Island that evening, then flew home the next day.

I am struck by what was truly a miracle. Had this happened a few hours later, it would have been pitch dark and much harder to land. Fer ries would no longer have been running after rush hour and it would not have been the same uplifting story. Surely there would have been fatalities, hypothermia, an absolute disaster!

I witnessed the best of humanity that day. I and everyone on that plane survived and have been given a second chance. It struck me that in our work we continuously seek excellence to solve our client's leadership problems. We talk to clients all the time about the importance of experience and the ability to execute. Experience showed up big time on Flight 1549 as our pilot was a dedicated, trained, experienced professional who executed flawlessly when he had to.

I have received scores of emails from across the firm and I am so grateful for the outpouring of interest and concern. We all fly a great deal or work with someone who does and so I wanted to share this story - the story of a miracle. I am thankful to be here to tell the tale.

There is a great deal to be learned including: Why has this happened to me? Why have I survived and what am I supposed to do with this gift? For me, the answers to these questions and more will come over time, but already I find myself being more patient and forgiving, less critical and judgmental.

For now I have 4 lessons I would like to share:

1. Cherish your families as never before and go to great lengths to keep your promises.

2. Be thankful and grateful for everything you have and don't worry about the things you don't have.

3. Keep in shape. You never know when you'll be called upon to save your own life, or help someone else save theirs.

4. When you fly, wear practical clothing. You never know when you'll end up in an emergency or on an icy wing in flip flops and pajamas and of absolutely no use to yourself or anyone else.

And I'd like to add: Fly with grey-haired pilots!

One of my co-workers was also on-board. He was the last passenger to leave as he stayed behind to assist others before getting off himself. He was scheduled to be on a later flight, but his meeting ended early, so he opted to get home to his family sooner (or so he thought) by catching the earlier plane.

He is a man of strong faith with a lot of experience in crowd control and he strongly believes he was on that plane for a reason. If you look at on-line photos on Yahoo (and most likely elsewhere), he is the man in the hospital bed being treated for hypothermia.

Since the crash he has flown again (including a few trips to meet with the FAA and NTSB) - and Capt. Solly.