Anyhow, whoever ends up running the show, it’s important to secure or protect the site, and that usually means finding somebody to guard the wreckage overnight. You wouldn’t believe how quickly sightseers, souvenir collectors and, yeah, looters appear no matter how remote and inaccessible the site. Local cops won’t spend all night in a soybean field baby-sitting a small wrecked airplane, and, unlike their NTSB counterparts, FAA inspectors rarely have the budget to pay for private surveillance. There was a time when the CAP was eager to participate and cadets would set up a camp that would do the Army Rangers proud in no time. Not so anymore, at least the last couple of times I asked for help. Major Compasserror would need to liaise with Colonel Gumpscheck, who, when located, would advise (in stentorian tones) that he’d conference with the wing commander, General Rudderlock, concerning policy, liability and parental permission issues. Since all this liaising would go well into the following week, we just asked the cops to drive by and let the pieces sit unguarded.