I watched in horror as the plane fell from the sky.
I felt my father’s hand on my shoulder and I knew that he felt the same thing I did.
We had seen the future, if only for a minute.
One day those magnificent machines would crowd the sky.
Hopefully without falling.
What little joy I had felt just minutes earlier had been extinguished as we saw the wreckage and the pilot screaming in agony before going quiet, the flames having drowned his screams.
I knew then that I had seen the future.
But I had also seen something more.
I had seen a man die.
And that would haunt me forever.
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