With the crashing sound of a breaking tidal wave, the plane became one with the mountain. Both wings ripped off on impact and were thrown into the sky like clay shoot pigeons. With the force of an exploding bomb, the cockpit window blew out of the plane. The shattered pieces of glass became like missiles as they traveled through the sky. The fuselage, which remained intact, began to bobsled down the mountain. Traveling at an intense rate of speed, the nose of the plane began digging into the snow. This forced an avalanche of the white crystals through the window opening and into the cockpit. In the blink of an eye, the snow had become a white grave.

Throughout the entire crash, he had remained silent. The plane tunneled beneath the snow ... and stopped. The crash was over, but a more terrifying ordeal was about to begin.

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