Have you ever just had one of those days were ya wanna just grab your keys, and go home? Well...today was that day.
Got called at 0600 in bed with preflight problems, so it was rush off to work without a morning shower and prep the aircraft for its flight...typical pop-up. And guess what, the pilots from the night before left the emer-battery on, and it was down to 4 volts. Well luckily there was a spare ready to go.
Well...they wait for the passengers to arrive and then their off to Houston from Indy. About 45 minutes later, I get a call. It's the co-pilot from the flight phone giving me a heads-up on a problem. The co-pilots main windscreen was in-process of delaminating as we were on the phone. He described the area about 8"x12", the size of a sheet of paper. Then we talked about our options, which were continued to destination or return home. Either way, delamination of windshields are a typical aircraft occurence, and in the case of this Hawker, it was actually a deferrable item.
The conversation went on for 1-2 minutes, when the co-pilot told me to hold...and then..he told me that the delamination had grown about an addtional 50% within 30 seconds. From his voice, I could tell that he was a little worried, but then it all happened. As we were discussing the options, he stated "OH F**K!!, Gotta Go"...I heard a loud explosion...and the phone went dead.
I sat at my desk for 5 minutes very shakin over what had happened. Those were some of the longest minutes in my life. I then told myself that these aircraft are built pretty damn tough, and the crew train and train and train for just about everything.
I fired up our aircraft tracker that will follow our aircraft anywhere in the western hemisphere. It displays departure and destination information, as well as Speed, Altitude, and ETA. The first thing I noticed was that their Altitude was 270 and their destination was no longer Houston. As the screen refreshed, they were down to 14 thousand feet. This told me that aircraft control was no longer an issue, and I was preping our dispatch department to get a second crew rolling to launch a recover aircraft to meet the passengers business scedule.
Well, 15 minutes later...the phone rings from wonderful Padukah, KY. the pilot had snapped a digital pic of the screen, and used his cellphone to email it to me. Isn't technology great? I was relieved to hear that their descent went well, but part of me was still shaken up a bit.
Now...just when you thought you had a day to get caught up on all the paperwork, Murphy sticks his boot up your butt and lets you know he cares!
Fates