One thousand, two thousand, three thousand …. Look up… Check canopy … Canopy open … Looking left, looking right… looking below .. All is clear …

The air was cold and crisp at 1000 feet, traveling at a speed of 120 miles per hour when I left the aircraft, wrapped in the warm air of the slipstream from the exhaust from the C130 Hercules four-engine turboprop engines the avgas aviation gasoline fumes you briefly inhale during the turning in the turbulence, as your thrown out into the calm mostly silent air, there are calls from fellow soldiers all descending to the ground as I was, the nearest persons was many meters away floating beneath the nylon beige canopy that can deliver us safely to the hard surface below.  

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