This summer was fun for me up to when I was on my way to National Guard Training down in Georgia. It was then I was in a plane crash that I'll never forget.

We left Bethel for Marshall around 5:30 P.M. in a Yute Air Cessna 207. In the plane with me were Gail Fitka and her baby and two other people from Russian Mission. Suddenly about half-way to Bethel the plane began losing power when we were about 800 feet up from the ground. We landed on the tundra by a big lake. The pilot knew what he was doing and as soon as we landed we had to rush out of the plane just in case the plane might blow up or something might happen. But it was cool crashing, like it was a dream or a nightmare or in slow motion. When we got out of the plane the prop was bent up bad. In front of the plane the wheel had come off. And the side wheels were buried in the mud about two feet. About five minutes later we were all shaking like we were nervous or freaked out.

While we were waiting on the tundra we had nothing else to do but sit down. Since there were a lot of bugs bothering us, I asked the pilot if he had any bug dope because they were bothering us. He replied that he had only a little bit. About 45 minutes later we saw a plane coming towards us. It circled around us for about five minutes, then it went back to Bethel. About an hour later we got picked up by a National Guard helicopter. When they landed this guy asked us lots of questions Iike, "Are we okay? And all of us said, yeah, we were okay. Then we went back to Bethel.

After we landed at the airport we had to go into the back room at the Yute Air terminal. An hour later we chartered back to Marshall with Y.K. Aviation. Before we started back the pilot checked to see if the engine was okay. On our way over we looked for our plane but we didn't find it. As I searched for the wreckage I thought how lucky we were to escape death!