The July 1964 Dobbins AFB plane crash took the lives of the pilot, two homeowner sisters, and seared forever in a 12-year-old boy’s memory that horrific scene.
He was fishing in a small pond two blocks away. He arrived on his bicycle before the first responders. He saw the huge old oak tree that had sheared off the cockpit. He saw the victims and smelled the jet fuel. It is a memory that, at 69 years old, he remembers like it was yesterday.
Relative to constructing residences in an aircraft accident zone, more things than damaged buildings can result. May cooler heads prevail in considering options that will never cause another child to see such a terrible incident up close and personal. You see, that 12-year-old boy is my husband of 46 years, Michael A. Thompson, a Marietta native.
Pamala M. Thompson