I remember the night all to well. We lived on Rt. 180 and as mother was locking the doors for the night she noticed the sky was unusually bright. She called my dad in and they walked out on the porch talking in hushed tones that it had to either be a big fire at the Ashland refinery or a plane down.
They decided to take us on a drive to see what it was and we learned that the Marshall football team was aboard the flight that had crashed.
I was 13 at the time and remember the horrible feeling that I had that night and I have never forgotten it.
I went to the Huntington Vinson High School prom a few years later and have pictures of myself and my date taken in front of the memorial.