WaPo has a gripping story from the survivors of the Alaska plane crash that killed 5, including fmr. Sen. Ted Stevens.
Here's the passage where frm NASA chief Sean O'Keefe's son, Kevin regains consciousness:
"When are we going to get to the fishing?"
"We're not," his dad told him. "We crashed."
Wow, Kevin thought through a muddled haze. Why are we not fishing? His teeth felt wrong, and he thought he must have lost one. Actually, his jaw was broken.
The cockpit radio had been crushed, so the only hope of reaching help was to find another radio or satellite phone somewhere in the mass of stuff.
The pilot, Terry Smith, didn't respond when they called his name. One glance told Kevin he was dead. It all felt surreal.
Somebody asked from the back: "Could you go through his pockets? See if he has a cellphone so we can call out."
But even though the dead man was chillingly close, he was just too far to reach. "I couldn't move my leg, and my hip was all out of place," Kevin said.
Still strapped in his seat belt, Morhard had slipped head first into the rear of the plane, very badly hurt and unable to move. O'Keefe was still trapped by debris.
The job of searching the plane fell to 13-year-old Willy Phillips, who had a battered and broken ankle but was the only one able to move.
"Where's my dad?" he asked.
"He's right here with me," O'Keefe responded, leaving it at that.
I second Josh Marshall's "wow."
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