Plane crashes into Potomac River after collision with Army Black Hawk near Reagan National Airport: Live updates
The helicopter was flying with a crew of three and had no senior Army officials onboard, officials said. The status of the crew could not immediately be confirmed.
'Learning that a plane inbound from Kansas was involved in a crash at DCA,' Senator Jerry Moran of Kansas wrote on X. 'I am in contact with authorities. Please join me in praying for all involved.'
The Federal Aviation Administration and National Transportation Safety Board will investigate the crash.
Divers and helicopter search Potomac for survivors
Scores of first responders, including divers, police officers, and a search helicopter are scouring the area around Ronald Reagan airport, where a passenger plane plunged into the nearby Potomac River on Wednesday night.
Josh Marcus30 January 2025 04:14
Flight that crashed had 64 onboard: American Airlines
American Airlines has shared this update on the passengers inside the Washington-bound jet that collided with a military helicopter on Wednesday evening outside of Ronald Reagan airport.
'There were 60 passengers and four crew members on board the aircraft,' the airline wrote in a statement. 'Our concern is for the passengers and crew on board the aircraft. We are in contact with authorities and assisting with emergency response efforts.'
Josh Marcus30 January 2025 04:11
Army helicopter wasn't carrying senior officers: military
The Army Black Hawk helicopter involved in this evening's crash had a crew of three and was not carrying any senior Army officials, the military said.
Josh Marcus30 January 2025 04:09
Trump prays for those in Washington plane crash
Donald Trump has been briefed about Wednesday's plane crash near Reagan airport.
'May God Bless their souls,' Trump said, according to a White House statement. 'Thank you for the incredible work being done by our first responders. I am monitoring the situation and will provide more details as they arise.'
30 January 2025 04:01
VIDEO: View of Washington's Reagan airport after aircraft incident
Josh Marcus30 January 2025 03:53
Regional flight from Kansas involved in crash: American Airlines
A jet with American Eagle, the regional carrier for American Airlines, was one of the aircraft involved in Wednesday's crash.
American Airlines wrote on X the crash involved American Eagle flight 5342, operated by PSA, with service from Wichita, Kansas, to Reagan airport.
30 January 2025 03:51
Officials weigh in on D.C. plane crash
Josh Marcus30 January 2025 03:46
PHOTOS: Responders race to scene of plane crash in Washington
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