Sully- Hazana En El Hudson -

Sully pulled the nose up. He didn’t fight the river; he caressed it. He held the controls like they were made of glass. Flaps two. Maintain 120 knots. Don’t stall. Don’t sink.

“Birds,” he muttered.

Sully looked at the half-submerged wreck. The tail was gone. The right engine was a memory. He thought of the 155 souls—the crying baby, the old woman, the flight crew who didn’t flinch. Sully- Hazana en el Hudson

Sully looked at the Hudson, shimmering in the sun. “I was thinking,” he said, “that I wasn’t ready to let anyone die. And sometimes, that’s enough.” Sully pulled the nose up