Ah, another day in the life of an AIRBORNE soldier! Up at 0300 hours, on base at 0400 hours. gear up for a nice "Hollywood" jump at an airshow, home and down a suds or two and call it a day. Well, that was the plan. Let's see when does a plan go wrong? Hmmm. Oh I remember. Just when you think all is well. It's like ABNMOMMA once told me. Never walk into the Emergency Room and say, gee it's quiet in here. She was a nurse you remember. Anyway back to my story.
Specialist Jacob and some other fine soldiers from the 82nd were scheduled to make a nice crowd pleasing "Hollywood" jump at an airshow today. Hollywood is a term used for a nice easy jump just the parachute and backup. No heavy equipment or gear. Jus step out, grap some silk and float to Mother Earth. Grab your chute back to the trucks and ride and ready for home. Hmm, now where did this all go wrong. Oh just about the time the wind started picking up and the air show got canceled, AFTER, everybody was loaded up in the birds. Not being one to waste a chance for training it is my understanding someone higher up than a Sgt. decided if the wind layed low for a while the group might as well jump. Well it did lay low FOR A WHILE. It started to pick back up when the last person went out the door of the second bird. The other two planes in the formation stopped their jumpers.
It is my understanding from a somewhat highly irriated Specialist and a couple of Sgts. they knew they were in trouble on the way down. Something about being sideways, I think he said. It is usually feet first. Apparently the young Specialist and 3 Sgts. landed on everything but their feet and couple of them on their heads. After being drug a couple of hundred feet and wobbling back to the pickup point said Specialist and said Sgts. were escorted by the Medic to the Docs office for evaluation. Bumps, bruises, bangs and abrasions were examined along with their mental capcities. All were informed to head home and report back in the morning. Oh yes, take 800 MG of ibroprofen. Just for good measure.
I await a text message from Specialist Jacob to make sure his brain wasn't severly scramble.
Film at 11:00.
Merry Christmas to all and I have to get up a 0400 tomorrow myself so, to all a good night.
I'll proof this tomorrow.
Pops
Geroge Orwell
We sleep safe in our beds at because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
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3 comments:
well that sucks.
hope no one was hurt.
Yikes, but not unexpected. On one jump, Mark said the battalion commander was blown into some trees...another soldier landed in the road....during airborne school, a soldier landed in a parking lot and cracked a windshield.
MM, just for clarification, he said it didn't suck. It hurt like, ......well, you're married to an Aganger, ask him what he would have said.
'dad, good to hear from you. Wish I was there! Snow on the ground and 23 degrees brrrr. Hope all is well with Sgt. Mark, you and the family.
Merry Christmas to all,
Pops
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