When I was in the Army one of our Blackhawks was landed on a tree stump in the Scapegoat Wilderness in Montana. This was way back in 1988, when the Apple II was a hot setup, CD's were just dropping below 15 bucks each, and a cell phone generally came in a bag. Pagers were just coming along. GPS was a top secret program called NAVSTAR, and there were only 4 satellites up to support it.
So, we have this hole the size of a 19 inch TV punched in the bottom of the bird, the floor panels are erupted off the frame, and we are on the side of a mountain. The aircraft cannot lift up off it. We are hot and high, and it's snagged. We cut the floor apart with two crash axes enough to see that we were "barbing" like a fish hook on the shards of metal. We cut away the stump until we figured it would come free. Then we discovered that one of the primary bell frames had been compromised by the damage. Not wanting the thing to twist in half if we got it loose, we decided we needed engineering input from Sikorsky. Another aircraft flew to Missoula, and a crewman took a cab to the local newspaper, and got ahold of the staff photographer ,and had him bring all his fancy gear, since it was getting dark. We took him to the mountain, where he blew through 3 rolls of film. We hauled butt back to town, got them delveloped at he 1-hour photo, and Fed Exed the pictures to Stratford Conn. overnight. The next day, we got word on what to do, and flew into Missoula to the ANG facility, and spent the next 5 days repairing the aircraft. Nowadays, you can snap a pic and send it out with a handheld satellite phone. Boom, you're done. BUT it's abused, in my opinion. I watched a group of 7 cousins last year at my house at Christmas, who had not seen each other all year, sit side by side on the couch, not say a word and pay with thier fucking phones for 5 hours. I wish I had 5 hours in 10 YEARS with some of my cousins. Insane world we live in. No wonder most kids are social train wrecks nowadays, and can't put a working relationship together. Maybe that's it. This group of jackasses won't breed, and they'll die out!