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Two of my most memorable jumps were at night. Tactical jump at Bragg...slipped away from trooper under me stealing my air. Different shades of black indicated I was going into the trees, prepared for tree landing. Hit a tree, inverted, taking out limbs headfirst with my helmet, thinking "Damn, I'm gonna break my neck when I hit the ground". The lines snagged, jerking my upper body upright, landed softly on my ass. The second in Panama...went out the door, the pots on the ground went out...total darkness. Prepared for PLF when feet touched softly on the ground and did a slight deep knee bend...no need to roll. Oh, that was nice. Packed my gear, took 6 steps and fell into an 8 ft. deep ditch.
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