Sullenberger is a true hero, as well as a pilot’s pilot. He is an example of excellence; an experienced professional that kept up his ratings and was intimately familiar with the type he was flying. As a result, when the enhines went out, he knew what the aircraft’s sink rate in a power-off glide would be, and just how far that would take him based on his velocity. Additionally, he concentrated on flying the aircraft and delegated the task of trying to restart the engines to his exec, an act that undoubtable contributed to the success fo their glide and water landing…
Interestingly, the Airbus A320 is only about 3 times the weight of the F-4 Phantom II’s that he piloted for years in the Air Force.
And in additon to his aviation skills, consider the measure of responsibility. By walking the cabin twice to ensure that everyone had gotten out, he proved that he was truly the Captain of his ship in every way.
In a society where some would prefer that mediocrity be rewarded with position and privilege, based on moral equivalence and identity politics pandering, this episode serves as a strong reminder that often it is prudent to have the most exceptional people filling the most critical jobs…
Of course, I’m a RAAAAAAAAACIST, eeeeeeevil, RethugliKKKan H8ter! for suggesting that merit determine success…
The 60 minutes interview was mostly pretty good, then again Ms. Couric did not have an agenda to pursue or reason to engage in selective editing of Capt. Sully.
Yet Katie Darling still managed to keep her questions at the level of inane. “Were you thinking of the passengers?” “When did you know the engines weren’t running?”
Arg.
Katie kept asking inane questions that seemed to be the from watching movie cliches for years. Each time Sully answers differed from her pre-conceived percepthions, she had the ‘pig looking at a watch’ look on her face. She didn’t seem to quite understand while all those cliches were answered differently than she expected.
Sully is like a lot of pilots–well trained, organized, and ready for the unexpected. It usually only happens once in a flying career, but ya gotta be ready!
Crawford, wunderbar. You here all week?
I just want to put that pilot in a one-arm headlock and pour a double shot of the good stuff right down his throat. There was no ‘crash,’ because there was no departure from controlled flight. He landed it. And if the investigators and the airline had been a little quicker on the uptake, they might have used that aircraft again–meeting the definition of a ‘great’ landing.
Now every night for the rest of his life, he’s going to have to relive that whole sequence in his head. And at the end of it, everyone is alive and the mayor is giving him the key to the city and he’s with his wife on Broadway and people are standing up to cheer…there’s used to be a name for that kind of a syndrome. Are we so far gone that we are unwilling to support a man trying to process his own satisfaction? Surely not.
It took three people to write that? Newspapers are silly.
Sullenberger is a true hero, as well as a pilot’s pilot. He is an example of excellence; an experienced professional that kept up his ratings and was intimately familiar with the type he was flying. As a result, when the enhines went out, he knew what the aircraft’s sink rate in a power-off glide would be, and just how far that would take him based on his velocity. Additionally, he concentrated on flying the aircraft and delegated the task of trying to restart the engines to his exec, an act that undoubtable contributed to the success fo their glide and water landing…
Interestingly, the Airbus A320 is only about 3 times the weight of the F-4 Phantom II’s that he piloted for years in the Air Force.
And in additon to his aviation skills, consider the measure of responsibility. By walking the cabin twice to ensure that everyone had gotten out, he proved that he was truly the Captain of his ship in every way.
In a society where some would prefer that mediocrity be rewarded with position and privilege, based on moral equivalence and identity politics pandering, this episode serves as a strong reminder that often it is prudent to have the most exceptional people filling the most critical jobs…
Of course, I’m a RAAAAAAAAACIST, eeeeeeevil, RethugliKKKan H8ter! for suggesting that merit determine success…
They have to relive it? They could have died instead.
Why does anyone give these cretinous ingrates attention?
Oh, it’s mostly just the headline, if you read the article. Editor moron screws up.
Dog bites man.
The 60 minutes interview was mostly pretty good, then again Ms. Couric did not have an agenda to pursue or reason to engage in selective editing of Capt. Sully.
Yet Katie Darling still managed to keep her questions at the level of inane. “Were you thinking of the passengers?” “When did you know the engines weren’t running?”
Arg.
Katie kept asking inane questions that seemed to be the from watching movie cliches for years. Each time Sully answers differed from her pre-conceived percepthions, she had the ‘pig looking at a watch’ look on her face. She didn’t seem to quite understand while all those cliches were answered differently than she expected.
Sully is like a lot of pilots–well trained, organized, and ready for the unexpected. It usually only happens once in a flying career, but ya gotta be ready!
That could have been amusing: “When the autopilot deflated, who was responsible for reinflating it?”
“How many snakes do you think were really on board?”
Crawford, wunderbar. You here all week?
I just want to put that pilot in a one-arm headlock and pour a double shot of the good stuff right down his throat. There was no ‘crash,’ because there was no departure from controlled flight. He landed it. And if the investigators and the airline had been a little quicker on the uptake, they might have used that aircraft again–meeting the definition of a ‘great’ landing.
Now every night for the rest of his life, he’s going to have to relive that whole sequence in his head. And at the end of it, everyone is alive and the mayor is giving him the key to the city and he’s with his wife on Broadway and people are standing up to cheer…there’s used to be a name for that kind of a syndrome. Are we so far gone that we are unwilling to support a man trying to process his own satisfaction? Surely not.
And I ain’t calling him shirley.