two planes fell into the ocean, no forewarning or struggle by the pilots, while my family and i were standing on the island watching. Chaos ensued as people tried to help survivors out who had made it to the island. It was very gory and I was trying to help. Then I remember feeling as if I was on the plane going down and there was nothing I could do but hope that I survived it hitting the water. Once I made it into the water, i was surrounded by everyone in panic, but I was just treading water and looking into the night sky.