I was riding in a helicopter with John McCain. We had just taken off, when the others aboard the chopper turned out to be hijackers and started to hijack it. We were not very high, perhaps sixty to one hundred feet in altitude, and were above water, perhaps the Potomac. Suddenly, McCain went for the door and jumped. A second helicopter put two rescuers in the water, but McCain was already dead.
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