TWA Flight 800 Remembered
Sixteen years ago yesterday, TWA Flight 800 went down off the southern coast of Long Island. The official explanation was that a fuel tank exploded.
It's not true.
I know because I was a witness, driving over the bridge from Westhampton to Dune Road with my daughter and her friend in the car, having just gotten them ice cream cones. I saw what happened. At the time, I had no idea that the explosion was an airplane.
It appeared to me to be fireworks. I said to the girls, "look, someone is shooting off fireworks" and pointed to the sky. We continued over to drive. Shooting fireworks are fun enough to point out to children, but that's about as far as it goes. As the emergency vehicles later swarmed Dune Road and the beach, I learned that it was TWA Flight 800.
I knew no one on the plane. I had no horse in the race. I saw what I saw.
I told the government. I was thanked for my cooperation, and never heard from anyone again.
There are others who saw what I saw. Some people have theories about what happened. I do not. I offer no explanation. A reporter friend once challenged me to explain away the government's evidence to support what I saw. I declined. I have no interest in explaining away anything.
I saw what I saw. Sixteen years later, I still saw what I saw.