
Originally Posted by
JoBa
David, I'm old, I can take a vent anytime, been doing it for years. However, I do not believe I "did" anything wrong. I said something wrong, then I apologized for it. I took it even a step further, and explained how I am using you guys as a sounding board. I do this for the rare times I go out in public, so I don't come off as being completely nuts, but rather a little nuts, or perhaps a little eccentric, if you will.
Having a place where you can feel out your thinking or just being able to unload is handier than hell.
I had a guy streamer in on the next pass while I was unhooking my harness. Actually three streamers in that same pass. It was in a peanut patch down in the Carolinas somewhere.
The entire time I was in, it was the only time I had seen any streamers. Anyway, I watched as this guy came down, heading almost right at me. He was screaming "Mama" over and over as he came down. If a footlocker had been on the DZ under him, he would not have made it. His reserve popped open at almost the same instant he hit the ground. He was about ten feet away from me. I walked over to see if he was dead, he wasn't. He was laying on his back, ghost white, but obviously fine, his hands were moving around and such.
He was an E-6 Staff Sgt. I was E-5 Buck. So we are looking at each other and I say, loud enough for the troops running toward us to hear....MAMA?.. From then on out, he was "Sgt. Mama". Fucker seemed to dislike me for some reason or another after that, or at least it felt that way whenever I saw him.
The other two streamers I saw go down into a clump of trees on the far side of the DZ. I knew both those guys were dead meat, but found out later that they were fine. Both scratched up pretty good going through the branches, one of them had a broken leg.
The trees had snagged both their chutes and acted like big springs. It was not a good day for dying, I guess.
Anyway, feel free to unload on me anytime you feel a need. Like you say, we are brothers.
-John
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