Sully watched the computer pilots try. They crashed into a neighborhood every time.
The doors blew. Slides became rafts. Men in suits and women in heels waded into the ice. The river, which had tried to kill them, now held them gently. Ferries and police boats converged like guardian angels. Sully- Hazana en el Hudson
“My engine’s dead too,” Sully replied. He reached for the emergency manual, but his mind was already three steps ahead. New York’s skyline drifted past the nose. The towers of Manhattan were silent witnesses. Sully watched the computer pilots try
The river flows on. The city stands. And every time a plane flies low over the Hudson, New Yorkers look up and remember the day a captain refused to crash, and turned a river into a runway. Slides became rafts
“Evacuate,” Sully ordered.