No matter the path you choose to take in life, there will be moments that truly define not only your character but who you really are as a person, as a group and as a team. The four men stood there on those porch stairs together, bound by brotherhood but frozen in fear.
All good things must come to an end. A lastminute job with inadequate time to plan. A landing site that was less than stellar. Crew members who were sleep deprived though this may have been self-inflicted. Unplanned crew switch outs and last but not least a support staff that the crew barely new. That they were forced to use only to find out later that they couldn't fill the simplest jobs or instructions. With all these things and more The All-American Pot Smugglers had their hands full with this spine-chilling experience that they call The Crash. Nothing is more terrifying than the Gut Punch feeling that you may have just witnessed one of your comrades fall to the whispers of death, catastrophes abound one after another once the roller coaster left the track there's no getting it back on.