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All these years later, that Thursday evening in September is still remembered for its beauty. There was nothing better for a kid than getting home from school, having dinner and playing a game. That’s exactly what Paul Posluszny was doing.
He was on the practice field, trying to pass himself off as a soccer player.
Posluszny was only 9 years old at the time, a fourth-grader at Our Lady of Fatima in Hopewell Township, Pa., without a worry in the world, when horrified parents started screaming and pointing into the distance. By then the USAir jet had already rolled over, recovery hopeless, onlookers helpless, and was spiraling toward the ground.
“Yeah, I remember,” he said just above a whisper. “Flight 427.”
He was on the practice field, trying to pass himself off as a soccer player.
Posluszny was only 9 years old at the time, a fourth-grader at Our Lady of Fatima in Hopewell Township, Pa., without a worry in the world, when horrified parents started screaming and pointing into the distance. By then the USAir jet had already rolled over, recovery hopeless, onlookers helpless, and was spiraling toward the ground.
“Yeah, I remember,” he said just above a whisper. “Flight 427.”
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