I cant help but recall being tangled up with a fellow Army paratrooper about 200 feet in the air and riding down to the ground together. I grabbed him as our lines entwined and yelled HOLD ON AND TRY AND PLF THE OPPOSITE WAYS. My foot popped so loud sounded like a bullet going off. Popped my chute, gathered it up, hobbled back to the Bleachers. That was 1994. My foot has broken 5 times since then, the VA decided to deny the claim which im resubmitting. The Army has finally went to better parachutes (the ones we jumped were about the same design as in the 1950s) so im hoping our Soldiers have less accidents. Im glad to be alive and any backpain or foot pain, welll at least I feel! My God always looked out for me. I gotta be thankful.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 22:01:20 +0000