I was on a bus, in uniform, with the rest of my army buddies in 1st platoon. I was joking around with my friend while text messaging, when I see in the distance a plane flying really low to the ground. It's a bit foggy outside, but not so much as to obstruct vision, so I can make out the plane, and for some reason a chain attached to a large sheet of metal... And I see as the plane keeps flying that THAT metal piece has a chain and another, rusty one just as big. It hit a powerline and knocked the powerline down. I start to record it on my phone and tell my buddy to look.. And I realize that there are three pieces weighing the plane down in total, and the third piece has been scraping the ground for a while. The hit from the telephone pole earlier throws the plane off balance, and down it goes.
It crashes violently into the field of crops and the crash is big enough and loud enough for schrapnel to fly all the way into the road area and where we are. I had grabbed my helmet immediately when I saw it crash. The bus is stopped by now, and I wedge my phone into my helmet so it'll record while I'm getting off the bus. I jam off the bus with everyone else, and my Plt Sgt tells everyone to grab their gloves and anything to extinguish fires with. I grabbed a wool blanket I knew was my side of my ruck, and I jump the low-lying barbed fence and make a break for the scene.