I’ve been thinking a lot about this flight and what may have transpired during it.
I’ve flown so much that I know the routine for transcontinental flights by heart. Around 30 minutes after the flight takes off the flight attendants serve beverages while preparing the meal course, then 45 minutes later the food is served. At this point you can relax because everyone knows that problems with aircraft almost always happen during the climb to cruising altitude or the descent to land - right?
Anyway - after your meal is taken away you have a gap to fill which most people do by sleeping - usually by taking an Ambien. At this point the cabin is quiet, darkened and calm. I like these moments when the plane is over the ocean, hundreds or thousands of miles from land, all alone. Sometimes I sit and look out the window at the stars, which are so bright and beautiful from 38,000 feet. But usually I join everyone else in sleep.
That must have been what it was like on Air France Flight 477 - at the point when the plane started experiencing problems was the point of greatest calm inside the cabin - when everyone was asleep or getting ready to sleep. What was it like when turbulence violently shook the plane and lightning outside lit up the sky? How bad did it become before the passengers started to fear for their lives and what did they think when the plane began to come apart 38,000 feet above the dark, cold Atlantic?
I think about this and I feel so terribly sad. To die this way is horrible but for it to happen in a place where the odds of survival were almost zero must have been horrific - and worse, this didn’t happen all at once, Air France is estimating the entire event took 10 minutes. 10 minutes of intense terror ending in death in the cold, stormy Atlantic.