>> yeah. >> mike mcmahon: okay. >> jeanette mcmahon: that's mike. >> kroft: i mean, he seems to be saying. >> jeanette mcmahon: "just double checking again." >> kroft: yeah-- "it doesn't look familiar." ten minutes before the crash, the pilots were flying down the wide bamian valley, discussing what kind of music they wanted to pipe into their headsets. >> english: philip glass or something suitably new agey. >> hammer: no, we got to have butt rock, that's the only way to go-- quiet riot, twisted sister. >> kroft: jeanette mcmahon, an army aviator, could only shake her head. >> mcmahon: when are they going to start paying attention to where they're going? >> kroft: if the crew had just continued in the valley for a while longer, they could have easily crossed over to farah at a comfortable altitude. but for some inexplicable reason, the pilot turned to the left, towards one of the tallest mountain ranges in afghanistan, in an unpressurized plane not known for its climbing ability. >> english: well, let's kind of look and see if we've got anywhere we can pick our way through. doesn't reall