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    This is ridiculous! I had every reason to avoid crashing, and yet 189 people could not be spared from the fate that met me. Why, I ask, did it have to happen this way? Why? WHY? -------    I was a Boeing 757-225, built in 1985 and operated by Eastern Airlines until 1992, when I was bought by Canadian airline Nationair. (They were going through hard times after one of their planes crashed in Saudi Arabia in 1991.) In 1993, I was transferred to Aeronautics Leasing before being bought by Turkish charter airline Birgenair. I remained under the ownership of Birgenair from that point forward except for a 3-month period with International Car

    It's a strange world we live in. A world where people can be driven to murder for the most frivolous reasons. I should know, being a witness to a murder spree, being involved in the investigation of said murder spree, and even being the target of such. Sure, I was only targeted because I was on to the killer, but I was still involved in what started the killing spree.    My name is Greg Berkeley. I used to be a police officer until my parents were killed in an airplane crash that took out the busiest bridge in the city. These days, I'm a private investigator with a day job as a casino bartender. It's the most I could do, seeing as my br

    It's not every day that an airplane is involved in a major accident and still gets to live an airplane's ideal life afterward. But that's exactly what my life's story was like, and I can certainly say that although I did have a frightening experience, I'm at least glad that no one else had to go through what I did. -------    I was a British Aircraft Corporation BAC-111, built in 1971. I had my first flight in 1977, and was registered in Germany until 1981, when I started my career in the UK, including service with British Airways. And from 1993 until my dismantlement in 2003, I was registered in Romania. I had a fun career on short fl

    It's beyond me. A modern jetliner ripped to pieces, and 223 people dead as a consequence, all because of a single false assumption made by my creators. Why did it have to be me? -------    I was a Boeing 767-300ER, built in 1989 and delivered to Lauda Air in October of that year. Lauda Air was a small Austrian airline owned and operated by Austrian Formula One race car driver Niki Lauda, who founded the company in 1979; Lauda also served as one of the airline's pilots. The airline nicknamed me after the Austrian music composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.    The 767 was conceived in 1970 as a jet capable of flying 747 routes with fewer p

    My rage is still burning as hot as the flames that brought my demise. There were so many people from so many companies that made so many mistakes, and even if one of those missteps had been avoided, I could've had a peaceful retirement, instead of burning up from the inside and nosediving into hot, murky, watery grass. -------    I was a McDonnell-Douglas DC-9-32, built in 1969 and operated by Delta Airlines until 1992. The DC-9 was introduced in 1965 to fly frequent short flights. It was designed with the engines mounted to the rear fuselage and a T-tail stabilizer, allowing operations on shorter runways. Alongside the Boeing 737, I w

    It's sickening. Just sickening. An aircraft operated by the US military, flown by a crew of experienced military pilots, crashing into a mountain because of a myriad of shortcomings by the US military. It's incomprehensible. -------    I was a Boeing CT-43A, a military version of the 737-200 aircraft used by the United States Air Force. My first flight took place in 1974, and I was one of a total of 19 CT-43s to be built. It was an extremely busy line of work flying high-ranking US officials to various places, but I was built for this work, so I had no reason to complain.    Until April 3, 1996. -------    It was a stormy afternoo

Why hast thou forsaken me? Thricefold hath I been betrayed, by my makers, by my caretakers, and by my foster country. The pain is still fresh as 'twere when I grazed the mountain, rancid with the stench of the deadliest single-aircraft accident in history. ------- I was a Boeing 747SR-46, built in late 1973 and delivered to Japan Airlines in January 1974. Boeing's 747 airplane was the largest commercial jet in the world during the third quarter of the 20th century. It was made for transatlantic flights, but East-Asian airlines used modified versions for domestic flights. Owing to the highly dense populations of countries like China and Japa