There I
was...a young Huey crewchief, somewhere over West Germany.
Our cargo was a group of local skydivers, who were going
to make a jump to commemorate something or other. The plan
was:
- Climb to 10,000 ft.
- Jumpers jump.
- Jumpers pop smoke
grenades.
- Jumpers open
parachutes.
When 3
got in front of 2,
life got interesting. You've seen it in the movies, but
it's no joke. One of those $#&%#@ locals popped a
smoke before having the good grace to exit my aircraft.
Pilot
to Co-pilot: "Take it, I can't see
anything!"
Co-pilot
to Pilot: "What makes you think I can see
anything?"
Crewchief
to God: "Look, about those goats...."
The smoke cleared, things
got better.
