FIFTY…THIRTY…TEN…



A semi-urgent computerized male voice calls out my altitude. I stare at my radar altimeter, trying to make this landing smooth. I hear and feel a thump, 14 wheels coming into contact with the ground. A bit smoother, but I’m off centerline again. I call for flaps 15.

“Flaps 15,” my co-pilot responds, moving the flaps handle to the takeoff setting as I slowly advance the two throttles. I click the TOGA switch and am pressed into my seat as the two huge Pratt and… Continue