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I read all these posts and think back to when, as a 7 year old, I flew from Johannesburg to Brazzaville in a DC6 - and watched as a prop got feathered along the way.
After watching the prop stop, my gaze shifted to the ground as I was sure that I was viewing where we were going to end up next and it didn't look good.
I wasn't scared at all. I was terrified.
One good thing - it made landing in San Diego and taking off from John Wayne seem like a piece of cake.
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