“The Jump master takes one glancing look at the ground below and shouts – ‘Go!’- and off we go. One behind the other. We jump in groups of six or eight, depending on conditions, and jump faster than one each second. I vaguely remember leaping out the door before I knew or realized it. My static line hooked up to the cable on the plane, pulled the cover off my chute. Then, when the weight of my body hit the extended line, the connection broke and I fell free… falling about 200 feet before my chute was fully opened. I felt a sharp jolt; it felt like my arms and legs were being torn from their sockets. But the full impact hit me in the chest, knocking wind out of me…
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