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banks (so I was later informed) and turned in, to land across the [[strikethrough]] lower [[/strikethrough]] north end of the field, the wind coming in from the South. We made a rapid descent and were traveling about 40 m.p.h. when I "eased it back" to alight. When just short of the black strip of earth where pipes were being laid I realized in a flashing instant that we were hurriedly, blindingly plunging hard on the right wing. The Captain had kicked right rudder with all his might and not liking his position very well he was half raising out of his seat after thrusting off his safety belt. I instinctively tried to bring the plane back on even keep by giving left rudder and left aileron but before I could do a blessed thing there was a crash like a ton of bricks being unloaded and we were down to mother earth with a vengeance. It's funny but true that when you're flying the most