On December 5th, 1945, the NAS Fort Lauderdale US naval Flight 19 vanished completely, airmen and all, when passing over the Bermuda Triangle. To this day, nobody knows what happened to them. They did conduct a lengthy search, but they found nothing, and one of the seaplanes involved in the search exploded in mid air. Flight 19 remains lost to this very day.
Don’t you just hate it when you lose something? And you spend ages searching for it and you can’t find it anywhere? I hate that. People always say, ‘It’ll turn up,’ and it usually does eventually, but in the mean time, you have no idea where it is. And isn’t it weird how it always turns up somewhere totally ordinary, even though you looked everywhere you could possibly think of?
Why am I talking about losing things? Mum lost her wristwatch this morning, so we’ve all been frantically searching all over the house, trying to find it. OK, so a watch is a much less crucial thing to lose than a bunch of planes, but it was equally baffling. Then it turned out it was on the windowsill the whole time. A happy ending, perhaps, but man, did everyone feel stupid!
But then there are times when you never do find whatever it was you lost. It’s totally baffling when that happens. You find yourself wondering, where did it go? What could have happened to it?
That’s happened to my homework before. Try explaining that to your English teacher.