Having the rare "privilege" to fly just weeks after the air crash of MH17 and a series of airplanes raining-down-from-the-sky-incidents, just pushed me to think what actually happened that day. What if? What if I am one of the passenger? What would I do? Could I even had the chance to realise what is going on?
298 passengers killed from this incident, some, fell from the sky without any resistance in speed; some, stuck to their seat n prayed for safety; some jolted from their sleep, couldn't absorb what's going on before it was too late; some got the curse to witness everything...
Among those 298 passengers, 173 were dutchmen, 44 were Malaysians, 9 were brits and the rest are from other parts of the world. The whole world moan in silence while the Russians played the finger pointing game.
I must say, while I was in departure lounge I wasn't looking forward to fly for the very first time. But I shouldn't complaint much about my feelings because the fresh wound left behind on those victims are far deeper than mine. Even when there are heal, a scar would stay with them for life...
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