FTSim+ sound pack , he thought. Worth every penny.
Turnoff at Charlie 5. Taxi to gate. APU on. Engines spooling down. As he set the parking brake, the cockpit fell silent except for the faint click of the IRS switching to OFF.
He intercepted the localizer at 8,000 feet. Gear down. Flaps 15, then 30. The 737 settled onto the glideslope like a hawk stooping. Runway 8L stretched ahead, rimmed by turquoise water and the green cliffs of the Ko‘olau range.
He watched the landing again. And again.