Hannah Luce Chanute Plane Crash
Hannah Luce, born (1989-09-21) September 21, 1989 (age 23), daughter of Ron Luce, was one of the five passengers with direct connections to Oral Roberts University on board a Cessna 401 aircraft which went down about an hour and a half after takeoff on Friday, May 11, 2012, nine miles west of Chanute, Kansas on their way from Richard Lloyd Jones Jr. Airport in Jenks, Oklahoma to Council Bluffs Municipal Airport in Iowa, along with pilot Luke Sheets, of Ephraim, Wisconsin Stephen Luth, of Muscatine, Iowa, Garrett Coble, of Tulsa, Oklahoma, and former marine Austin Anderson, of Ringwood, Oklahoma. Out of the five people who went on the plane, she and Anderson were the only people to survive. Anderson died from burns over 90 percent of his body on May 12, 2012. The FAA and NTSB are currently investigating the crash. The Federal Aviation Administration said the crash occurred about seven miles northwest of Chanute, which is 124 miles southwest of the Kansas City area.
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