Helicopter Crash a Loss in Humankind’s Winning Dream to Fly

The goodbyes we don’t know will serve as the final ones end up being the saddest. A destroyed helicopter will move people no more, but we can still feel moved about its noble purpose. I offer my deepest condolences to those who admired the contraption that crashed in Iran near Azerbaijan Sunday. Instead of focusing on the lamentable end, I prefer to think of happier moments while it served its intended function.

We will always remember the chopper’s standard array of features. It prominently had rotors, which enabled lift. There was a space known as the cockpit for pilots where they operated the very conveyance in which they rode. It also included temporary accommodations for more passive occupants known as passengers. Everything had a purpose and worked together by design.

The whirlybird may have been unnamed. Any appellation it did have has remain unreported in the media. It may be too late to suggest one after its demise, but call it whatever brings comfort.

The flying taxi covered untold miles during tis service. During its final voyage, it was heading on a path that may have been impossible to traverse using a vehicle bound to land. Covering ground without touching it results from understanding scientific phenomenon well enough to use it for our benefit.

Its life was long in product terms. The helicopter was reportedly manufactured in 1979. That would make it either 44 or 45 at the time of its passing. The birthdate remains unshared. Its owner may have been aware of how old it was if it had a completion date. Such paperwork may have been issued around the time of acquisition.

Items do not have relatives. But people may become attached to things. I hope anyone who built it or simply admired it from afar and feels sad is coping through destruction.

Flying only appears to be magic. Humans apply discovered facts about science in order to take to the skies. Curiosity meets ingenuity to turn a dream into an achievement.