
"Stand up, hook up. Shuffle to the door.
Jump right out and count to four."
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Family, friends, Panamanians, friendly troops, all watching the air drop. |

Sometimes these events take forever and z-z-z.
Momma's smokes?
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"If my chute don't open wide, I'll be splattered
on the countryside." |

Down comes the gear.
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"If I die on that old drop zone, box me up and ship me home.
Pin my metals upon my chest, tell my momma I did my best." |