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A jump from a C-130 is a normal event for a paratrooper. However in Colorado at and elevation of nearly 6000 feet the opening shock can be dizzying. We jumped Saturday night. The weather appeared to be perfect. Winds were low. The ceiling was high. We left Buckley Air Force base just after dark. I was designated as a jumpmaster pushing a bundle in the right side door.
At the 20 minute mark we began to prepare the bundles, one in each door. My bundle was a bit difficult to attach. The connector was not coopera ting but with some help and after a few minute we managed to get the bundle in front of the door and ready.
Once the doors were open I did my outside check and readied the bundle for a quick shove. At this point we had not established communication with the DZ and passed once without a drop. We made a racetrack and were cleared to release the bundles. I waited for the left side to push theirs first and upon the signal the safety’s and myself pushed ours into the night. I cleared the bundle making sure it had deployed and retrieved the deployment bag.
I moved back to the first stick preparing to jump on the next pass. We switched out Jumpmasters. We were trying to get as many current as possible. I was just a jumper this time. That is a position that I welcomed after a long day. The next pass came quickly. We moved forward on the signal to standby. The green light was lit and we moved for the door.
Jumping at night from 1500 feet is an interesting experience. The doorway from the stick is very black. You can hear and feel the wind rushing by at a pretty good clip. From the experience of many jumps you also know this is going to hurt. I exited and assumed a tight position. This is necessary from a high performance aircraft if you don’t want to twist and turn in your risers. I made a decent exit and prepared myself for the opening shock. It came with every bit of force I expected. The force jerked my torso from a slightly forward leaning position to one with my legs up near my chest. It hurt like hell. I let out a grunt but was relieved as always to see the parachute canopy open.
The DZ was lit with IR (infer red) markings and with no moon it was impossible to see the turn in point. I determined the direction I was traveling and where the link up point should be and steered in a southerly direction. Of course with a round chute you can’t maneuver all that much.
I saw the ground approach and began the process of landing which consist of keeping my feet and knees together and wondering why the hell I was still doing this kind of thing. The DZ was a plowed field and luckily was very soft. I landed without incident.
Most jumps are relatively injury free. We might get a sprained ankle or a riser burn but tonight we had a broken leg or ankle not real sure. The leg belonged to our Battalion Commander. Damn bad luck or perhaps reaching for the ground. We also had had two dislocated shoulders and a couple more bruised shoulders. I’m not sure how they managed that. A fellow company member managed to bust his lip and scrape his face up some. That must have been a pretty PLF (parachute landing fall). Damn shame we didn’t have a camera on some NODs (night vision) filming.
All in all it was pretty good. No serious injuries. We got over 10 Jumpmaster current and a nice little adrenaline rush. With a couple Martinis under my belt to soothe the muscles I’m just about ready to blog some more….
So Jennifer that's about how the drill went....
UPDATE: Looks like the BCs injuries were more serious than I had first heard. Apparently he will need surgery on the leg. Broke both the tibia and fibula That's gotta smart. Well best wishes to him. Hope it doesn't keep him down long.
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