Originally Posted by bgeddes
I chased too, I was there right at 36 months, had to fly as aircrew but got knees in the breeze 44 times... On par with another strap hanger....
If you think jumping is fun, try my favorite, UH-60 + M60...Hangin' & Bangin'
Keep your feet and knees together...
Those of us that lived down the street never really got to partake in such fun. My 3rd jump with division was the last time that Sheridans flew though. It was the goodbye jump for the 3/73rd. I ran for my life as the last Sheridan to ever come out of a plane, came down under only 3 'chutes.
I handed out 'chutes and rode on the 2nd attempted jump out of a C17. We got called off because there were 8 jumpers killed on the 1st jump. I handed out and wore the last batch of yellow static lined parachutes to ever board a C17.
You loaded up to jump into Panama and Haiti, didn't you?
In early 1996, we were called to run maintenance on our sensors in Middle East. I wasn't experienced enough for that run.
We were called up for a possible Red Train mission in mid to late 1997, we got a stand down notice on that one.
My team was on Mission Cycle in support of 2/325 on 12/20/1998 and ended up having an EDRE called. As the team leader, I was sure that my team was jumping into Baghdad Airport, as the EDRE was called about 15 minutes before the cruise missiles were launched on Baghdad. We were still in the barracks when CNN announced the launch, and my heart had never beat harder in my life. When we hit the office, minutes later, we were told that we were to await the command to move to Green Ramp. I had never had such a hard on, and I have still to this day never felt such a let down when that call came, we were to stand down. As a GSS team leader, I thought I was about to get my ultimate Christmas present. I had dreamed about going into combat with my REMBASS team since I had been assigned to the team.
6 months later, my ETS came.
I transferred to the Guard when I ETSed. When 9/11 happened, I was again alerted. We were spun up on promises that we were going to Afghanistan. As such, we trained to go to the "Sand Box". When orders came down, we were to go to Tooele Army Depot, Tooele, UT.
I spent a year combating boredom. I ETSed from the Guard shortly after getting home from Utah.
I miss serving, I don't miss politics.