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The doors open. Engines roar and wind howls The smell of exhaust fills the space Here stand, weighted down, with clenched bowels The line moves forward at a dizzying pace I make eye contact with JM and hand him my line I pivot and jump and for a moment I'm flying All I see is blue sky, my feet feet point at the horizon One thousand, two thousand, three thous.....ahhh! The chute opens with a thundering snap Check the risers, check the canopy, watch the plane fly away Look down at the world, spread out below like a map Taste the air, feel the wind, get control of my sway Undo the ties holding the weapon case on my side Give a whoop!   No, be quiet   Professional pride Look at how the sun reflects off the stream below me in the woods and turns it into a molten golden serpent. Right now, if someone saw my eyes tear up I'd blame it on the wind Oh, how long until I can do this again?
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
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The doors open. Engines roar and wind howls The smell of exhaust fills the space Here stand, weighted down, with clenched bowels The line moves forward at a dizzying pace I make eye contact with JM and hand him my line I pivot and jump and for a moment I'm flying All I see is blue sky, my feet feet point at the horizon One thousand, two thousand, three thous.....ahhh! The chute opens with a thundering snap Check the risers, check the canopy, watch the plane fly away Look down at the world, spread out below like a map Taste the air, feel the wind, get control of my sway Undo the ties holding the weapon case on my side Give a whoop!   No, be quiet   Professional pride Look at how the sun reflects off the stream below me in the woods and turns it into a molten golden serpent. Right now, if someone saw my eyes tear up I'd blame it on the wind Oh, how long until I can do this again?
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noor
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
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