A Report On The Jet

A pilot does not have to be an aeronautical engineer to learn to fly an airplane. However, it is a good idea to have good knowledge of aerodynamics and flight theory to be able to fly safely. There are four basic components in making an airplane fly, lift, drag, thrust, and weight. All of these work in unison to make a plane stay in the air. If one of the first three is taken out of the equation, gravity and weight will take over and cause the plane to descend. It is up to the pilot to understand how to make them equal in order to keep the airplane in flight or descend at an acceptable rate, in order to safely land the airplane. Before staring work to get a pilot’s license it would be a good idea to understand several aspects before the

On February 7, 2006, UPS flight number 1307, a regular night-time package flight from Atlanta to Philadelphia, had been a normal flight but, just after receiving clearance to land on runway 27R, the flight crewmembers reported that they had a smoke warning light come on. Smoke was coming out of the aircraft as it landed. The flight crewmembers evacuated the airplane after it landed. The flight crewmembers had minor injuries, and most of the cargo and the airplane were destroyed by the fire after landing. The NTSB determined that the probable cause of this accident was an in-flight cargo fire that initiated from an unknown source, which was most likely located within the cargo area. (flight safety, 2006)

When I walked into the club I felt an instant connection with what was going on inside. The music was so loud it was rattling my eardrums. The pink neon lights set an exciting mood. The multi-colored dance floor lights radiated under the feet of the mass. Bodies were everywhere, and the atmosphere was perfect. I headed toward the bar and ordered a beer. Shortly after that beer, I ordered beer after beer after beer. Feeling great and in good spirits, I ordered four or five shots in between beers over the course of about an hour and a half. Before I knew it my friend’s brothers were ready to go, so they left and took my friends with them. The party did not stop for me though. I probably ordered two more beers within 45 minutes After, I decided to leave to walk and go visit my friend Natalie who worked security at a hotel a couple blocks away. During my visit,  I told her, “I am so drunk,” everything spinning around me. We were having a conversation, but something we were talking about upset me. I cannot for the life of me remember what we talked about. I decided to leave, but

The day was beautiful and warm, and nothing seemed wrong, except that I was running late to school, leaving me no choice but to push gas pedal a bit stronger. That’s when I look behind me and see a car patrol flashing its lights behind me. My mind told me to keep going, but the end, I bailed out and decided to pull my nice Mercedes Benz to the side. The worst was yet to come as the cop opened his door and made his way towards me.

The morning was crisp with the fresh smell of fall, it had to be the quietest morning I as an eleven year old ever woke up to, but not as quiet as last night when the incident happened. Mom was downstairs cooking breakfast, it smelt like eggs and bacon. Dad was sitting down at the breakfast bar waiting for me like he had something to say to me. That’s when I knew they were going to tell me what happened last night. As soon as I sat down, the talking started. “Jon, me and your father have to say something to you” said mom with a uneasy voice.

I sat slouched in my seat as I drove zoned out from reality. All I could think of was what my life had become, “Is this even considered living” I said to myself as I went through my life. The way there had become imprinted within my brain from repetition, I knew every turn, bump, patrol spot, even the timing of the lights. I pulled up that morning completely distort, watching the steam

The car ride seemed to take forever. It allowed me think about the monster I would now have to live with. “I wonder I decided to see if I could persuade my parents to turn around and keep living in our old house. “Mom,” I announced

As we arrived at the airport, the reality gradually began to hit. I was travelling to an unfamiliar place faraway from home, leaving behind all my memories and my friends. However, as I saw the joy and delight on the faces of other travellers and the excitement returned. My parents and I board the plane after walking through security, and find our seats. “I want to sit by the window,” I tell my dad. As the plane starts taking off and the wheels lift above the ground, I feel I am rising above the past and flying towards a new chapter in my life.

Disbelief, fear, and disappointment filled my mind as I sat in the driver 's car seat tilted back, the smell of smoke and dirt was all I could comprehend. The drivers floorboard and dashboard met with my feet wedged in between being crushed. It did not hurt, my body was numb. My mind was running wild. What just happened to me? In the distance, on that straight, two-way, narrowed road, I saw cars and trucks driving by completely oblivious of how I felt. I tried to yell out for help but my voice was unheard. All I could do was remain where I was and wait for someone to help me from this horrible situation or wait to die.

with tears in my eyes I left with my black hoodie, phone, headphones and a screwdriver in back pocket. I peeked into the hallway. I looked to my right. My grandparents’ door was closed as usual. I looked to my left. The light under the bathroom door illuminated the dark hallway. The shadow is large a list names go off in my head. When I hear the shower water go on, I know who exactly is in there. “Jorge.” I whispered to myself. I look a bit further to the left. The pitch black doorway to my parent’s room was darker than usual like a black hole only allowing my father’s loud snores escape. I tipped-toed into the livingroom. I passed by Jorge’s mattress and walked to the front door. I gripped the doorknob and realized the front door could give away my location to my sleeping family with its creakiness. I retreat backwards into the kitchen’s light. I felt the butterflies in my stomach find their way to my throat. I had no idea what I was going to do. I plug in my headphones and played my NiteTimezJamz3 Playlist to help me relax. I quickly braided my hair and stuffed into my hoodie. I quickly but quietly made my way towards the backyard.

The back of the mini-van was overflowing with luggage, I was scrunched up in the back seat with a tired body, but my eyes were alive, fiercely surveying the surroundings around me. My dad was up front with the driver, and my sister was cuddled up to my

When most people hear an airplane in the air they may look up and see just another airplane. They don’t think about how the airplane evolved. They also don’t consider any of the material it requires to achieve this most amazing feat. It’s just another aircraft carrying people or items to their destination. The journey began, as most of us have been taught, in 1903 by the Wright brothers when they flew their airplane for the first time. The aircraft was crudely constructed, using modern materials for the time. Some of these materials included wood for the air frame, muslin fabric for covers, and aluminum for the engine crank case (Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum). In today’s aircraft some of the same materials are used especially aluminum.

The lock clicked, and the small door opened easily. Inside was a large stack of crisp hundred- dollar bills, bound by a paperclip. I slipped out a few and put the rest back. They would not be missed. I reeked as much havoc as I could, shuffling carefully stacked files, hiding the bills and stealing the unread mail. Before I left, I wrote a message on the wall in black ink. 1-11-0. Then I smashed the jar of ink on the carpet and fled hastily back to my room, locking the door behind me. I took the trunk from under my bed and looked around. This was it. I was finally leaving. I grabbed a worn leather jacket from my closet, holding it to my face to smell. Yes, I could still smell Jordan on it, of woodsmoke and pine, of the forest where he spent his free time. Jordan was like a migraine. It was always there, just came back like shards of glass and pierced your mind at the most inconvenient of times. If Jordan was a migraine, he was the most beautiful one I 'd ever experienced. Pulling his jacket away, I cursed myself for getting wrapped up in sentiments. I slipped it on and grabbed the trunk again. I was ready. I climbed out the window and onto the balcony. Our house was huge, a mansion, you might say. There was a sloping roof under the balcony, and I climbed tediously onto it, my feet slipping on the shingles. I inched my way down to the edge of the roof. Then I jumped into the manicured hedge below. I suppose I should have given

The plane slowly started to descend back to the earth’s surface, causing the craft to shake slightly due to the air currents hitting it.

A 6am wake up call, I dragged myself out of bed and into the cold morning air. After a quick breakfast, I made my way to the ops rooms for a briefing, before going on standby and awaiting the call to scramble. We did not have to wait long before a call came through. We jumped into a Land Cruiser and made our way quickly to the flight line. ZG477 had the early morning sun glinting off the canopy as we drew up to the flight line. After a quick check round the outside and a chat for any issues, I climbed into the cockpit, got strapped in with the help of ground crew and began pre-flight checks. The Pegasus engine burst into life and we were soon on our way along the taxiway towards the end of the runway at Kandahar. The GR9 Harriers were originally fitted with the Pegasus MK105 engine providing 21,750lb and the GR9A Harriers fitted with the higher rated Pegasus MK107 engine providing 23,400lb thrust. The GR9A with the higher rated engine were also modified to incorporate a new metal, high-fatigue rated, rear fuselage section as well.