Air Force 91 we're going down! Its shaking, hot, rattling. So many voices yelling, my fingers twitching, as I try to push important buttons to save us. Loud beeps of warning, seat belts stuck, headsets cutting out. My eyes go to a blur as I think of my family, pray, and say goodbye. Good moments flush through my mind, like my daughters first foot steps, my last goodbye leaving JFK Airport, everlasting kisses from my wife, hearing my dad's voice say "You've done us proud son!" Next thing, looking straight into the ground, my mind and plane losing control, as we rumble and burn down the hill. The plane demolished into millions of pieces. I worked and died for my country.
Lindi, this is great! Remember to add solid descriptions and details in your writing - the five senses work great!
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