SEPANG, Malaysia — After four days of reticence and evasive answers, the Malaysian military acknowledged on Wednesday that it had recorded, but initially ignored, radar signals that could have prompted a mission to intercept and track a missing jetliner — data that vastly expands the area where the plane might have traveled.
Radar signals from the location where the missing aircraft, Malaysia Airlines Flight 370, was last contacted by ground controllers suggested that the plane may have turned away from its northeastward course toward Beijing, officials said. Military radar then detected an unidentified aircraft at several points, apparently headed west across the Malaysian peninsula and out into the Indian Ocean, the head of the country’s air force told reporters. The last detected location was hundreds of miles to the west of where search and rescue efforts were initially focused.Continue reading the main story
The military took no immediate action on Saturday to investigate the unidentified blips, whose path appeared to take the aircraft near the heavily populated island of Penang, and only later realized the significance of the radar readings. The search area was then expanded to take in waters west of the peninsula as well as east — encompassing almost 27,000 square nautical miles, an area bigger than South Carolina — but officials did not give a full explanation for the move.
Firstly, my heart goes out to the loved ones of the people on the missing plane. I can’t imagine how they feel. I am sure it will be found any day now. It’s amazing to realize that the ocean can swallow an airplane.
I can however imagine how someone on a crashing plan feels. I imagine it every time I get on a plane. I repeat Hail Mary’s on every take off and landing like I am a cloistered priest begging forgiveness. Flying scares the shit out of me. I lube up with enough airport Heineken’s to get me on the plane and then spend the flight annoying my row mates with repeated trips to the lavatory to get rid of the Heiney’s. It’s the best I can do row mate. Forgive me please and thank yourself that I am not enormous, smelly and talkative.
I’ve been flying several times a year lately for work lately and I hate it. I wish I could work from home but the job requires me to go to Miami every couple of months. Before you envy me for getting to go to Miami, let me tell you that I have never seen the water in Miami. Never even got close.
I fly down and back and fight anxiety the whole way. I know my chances of getting in an airplane crash are slim, but I can’t help thinking that it will happen to me.
But holy shit, this flight disappearance has added a new wrinkle to my plane crash anxiety. Planes aren’t supposed to fall from the sky. Most accidents happen on take off and landing. Am I going to have to spend several hours reciting my mantra?
My hope is that this plan was hijacked and is sitting on a runway in North Korea while the passengers are being forced to watch basketball. My fantasy is that the plane was abducted by a UFO and is chilling with the crew members of Flight 19. Or maybe the plane has disappeared into John Galt’s gulch with Jim Gray from Microsoft and all these poor people are forced to hang out with the doers and the makers of the world while they plan their complete takeover of the takers.