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The Last Flight

... built a rapport with the pilots. We tended to circulate in small groups and I soon got to know most of them but not many of the other stewardesses as we more often worked alone. As I followed behind, I watched the pilots climb the short stair which was built into the back of the bottom hinged door. Once they were on board I followed them in and began my checks. There wasn't much to do, the aircraft had been cleaned and prepared by the ground staff so I walked up the steep aisle to the front, checking seat belts and antimacassars as I went. There were just twenty-four seats on this particular aeroplane, twin rows to the left and single to the right. Some of the later aircraft had thirty two seats, two either side, but this was one of the airlines premier flights and the larger, more comfortable seats had been retained. The door to the cockpit was open and I tapped on it before entering. The pilots were busy with their pre-flight checks. “All is ready in the cabin, Captain. Are you ready to embark the passengers?” I asked. Captain Anderson answered without turning away from his checks. “Thank you, Karen. Yes, you may bring them aboard now. I am just going to do the walk round outside and by that time we should be ready to leave.” I returned to the door and, after checking and straightening some of the window curtains, waved towards the terminal. Shortly afterwards the door opened and a stream of passengers filed out. I stood beside the bottom of the air-stair and greeted each ...

... one as they boarded. “Good morning, Sir, Good morning, Madam,” I smiled warmly as I greeted them. The seats were clearly marked and it didn't take long for each of them to find their allocated seat, take off there outerwear, place their small bags, coats and jackets, in the rack above and settle down for the four hour flight to Marseilles. No sooner was everyone settled that captain Anderson re-entered the cabin having completed his checks and helped me to pull up the door and secure it. I followed him along the aisle, checking that all my passengers were comfortable and had their seat belts fastened then returned to my seat at the rear of the cabin, fastening my own belt. Moments later I heard the right engine wheeze once, twice, a crackle from the exhausts and a puff of smoke and the fourteen cylinder twin radial Pratt and Whitney engine burst into life, settling into a gentle growl whilst the left engine went through the same process. We sat for a moment and then the engine note increased to an even roar from either side and, with a slight jolt, Captain Anderson released the brakes and we began to move from the apron towards the taxiway and, ultimately, the runway. The taxiway was a little bumpy as we moved along it and, before the runway, the aeroplane came to a gentle halt. For a moment, the engines revved and the airframe vibrated. I knew from experience that the pilots were checking the engines before take-off and, once again as I expected, the brakes came off and we ...