I'm sure we will get a more complete picture of what went on prior that that gorgeous airplane being torn apart by the berm supporting the ILS..
Since my Dad was an Air Force pilot, I was always concerned about aviation accidents and their causes. I suppose in the back of my young mind, I was always fearful that one day our family would get that call. In fact I had recuring nightmares of watching plane crashes, then being unable to move or help at all.
When we lived on LRAFB, we lived in Senior Enlisted housing, as my Dad really didn't want us exposed to "Snob Hill".. when USAF closed Sewart AFB, Tn, my Dad helped move the school house to Little Rock AFB, AR.. all the young officers lived around us, so I had quite a yard care business, mowing, edging, and hedge trimming. I had visited with one of our new neighbors, and agreed to mow his yard, but before that happened, he was killed in a fiery C-130 crash right on the end of the runway.. he was one of the last airplanes in a large en-trail formation, and he attempted to climb out over the prop wash/wake turbulence, sadly he stalled the airplane, and they "spun in".
I didn't want to see his wife, so I never mowed his yard, I still feel bad about that even as I type this post. I have been a GA pilot all of my adult life, and flying has always been a passion of mine, in fact working evening's at Klem's Aero Repair was my 4th job, I gave a cart start to one of our customer's who flew an MU-2 for film, checks, and an overnight investment paper.. I even flew right seat with him, and loved flying that little screamer. One afternoon, I drove into the parking lot, and the Mitsubishi was gone, I laid under the Illinois State Police Cessna 414 and cried like a baby as I put it back together after a 100 hour inspection, it is personal for me, and I'm broken hearted every time it happens.
So as much as I love flying, I truly do, I never forget that flying is a dangerous business, and an even more dangerous hobby.