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Thursday, 27 September 2007 |
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My husband was a firefighter in Pomona, CA. He was a Battalion Chief. In 1999 he was killed in the line of duty in an airplane accident, going to a coordinator’s meeting in Sacramento, CA. He was going to hit bad weather, so he landed in Bakersfield. He called me and told me he was going to wait for better weather. He waited three hours and decided to fly home. He hit bad weather in Gorman, CA, and flew his plane into a mountain at 140mph. |