Oh man...talk about a blast from the past!!!!
1980 November, 45th company....The thing that stands out in my mind was my first jump. Keep in mind that I absolutely HATE heights (yeah...I know, I know...

), so I was perfectly happy being number three in the stick.
Figured I'd keep my eyes glued to the dude in front of me and just follow him out the door. That is until after everyone was on board, and the Black Hat moved the first two jumpers to the other door giving me door position (so much for the plan, right?).
Flying over Fryar DZ, the gentleman invited me to "stand in the door"...and the only thing I could think of was: "Man, those trees are close".
I think that was also my first night jump in the broad daylight...'cause next thing I remember I was on the ground!
I can't believe I made four more after that...

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