“My engine’s dead too,” Sully replied. He reached for the emergency manual, but his mind was already three steps ahead. New York’s skyline drifted past the nose. The towers of Manhattan were silent witnesses.
“When you factor in the human element,” he told the board, “the time to react, the shock… there is no airport.” Sully- Hazana en el Hudson
“Evacuate,” Sully ordered.
The river flows on. The city stands. And every time a plane flies low over the Hudson, New Yorkers look up and remember the day a captain refused to crash, and turned a river into a runway. “My engine’s dead too,” Sully replied
Then, silence again. The plane bobbed in the freezing current. “My engine’s dead too
