We were come in on our final approach. A couple miles from the runway our pilot changes his heading to due east and levels out the the plane. We are heading back out over the ocean. While we looped around the intercom came on, ‘This is your captain from the flight deck, we are having a slight problem. We are unable to extend our flaps for landing. We’re going into a holding pattern and will go through the check list to troubleshoot the issue’. The plane circled for a half hour and the captain came back on the intercom, ‘The flap is stuck and we’re going to proceed with our landing. You guys with window seats might notice that we’re coming in significantly faster than usual. Make sure those seat belts are fastened and hold on tight’. You figure 200 some odd soldiers would be calm in a stressful situation. Nope. No one could keep quiet, all talking our impending doom. From my window seat I watched as the bird glided down on to the runway barely feeling the landing gears touching the tarmac. It was the smoothest landing of my life. The brakes got their share of work bringing 100 tons from over 200 miles per hour to a stop in a couple kilometers. It was good to be on the ground.