Commander 112 down near Tucson

[Rgbeard]

https://www.azcentral.com/story/new...uthwest-ryan-airfield-near-tucson/8514372002/

Officials were investigating a plane crash that occurred Sunday night near Tucson.

A single-engine Rockwell Commander 112 was discovered by local authorities about 20 miles southwest of Ryan Airfield around 9 p.m., according to a preliminary statement from the Federal Aviation Administration.

Only the pilot was on board.

Police said a helicopter landed to search for survivors of the crash and none were located. TV footage showed the charred wreckage in a desert area.

 

[luvflyin]

https://flightaware.com/live/flight/N112LS

 

[sourdough44]

20 miles SW? I see Kitt Peak out that way, up to 6900msl?

 

[Boundary Waters]

RIP

Beside a Korean waterfall, one bright and sunny day
beside a shattered bomber plane, a poor young pilot lay
his parachute hung from a tree, but he was not yet dead
and as they gathered 'round him, these were the words he said

"I'm going to that better land, where the motors always roar
where the egg noggs grow on eggplants in the quartermaster's store
where there aren't no Interceptors and no enemies around
there'll be apple pie and rock'n'rye
and the pilots go there when they die
in the Army Air Force heaven"

The pilot lay beside the falls, as the medics clustered 'round
and he said "it's such a lovely place; that's where I am bound"
a crankshaft in his liver and a spark plug on his nose
he said "I'm flying fast, my friends, to where every pilot goes"

"I'm going to that better land, where the airmen rise in style
where the automatic pilot works and we sit back and smile
there's a girl for every officer, a dozen for the crew
there'll be beds of hay in the old bomb bay
and the boys will shout out 'bombs away'
in the Army Air Force heaven"

His breath came fast, he couldn't last, with sadness they all eyed him
the medics wept, the tears rolled down, the pools flowed down beside him
the waters rose, they reached his toes, he floated where he lay
and as he drifted out of sight, his comrades heard him say

"I'm going to that better land, where the flak don't never fly
where bullets are all cotton and the shells are apple pie
where the clouds are champagne cocktails and you drink them on the fly
well, it's time to leave, don't you grieve
I'll be wearing wings on my leather sleeve
in the Army Air Force heaven"

Traditional

(I first heard it on a 1960s Oscar Brand album, 'The Wild Blue Yonder')