Fort Benning, GA 19 APR 02. I graduated from Infantry OSUT and 15 minutes after graduation was headed across post to the United States Army Airborne School. I had just spent 14 weeks learning the basics of my job. I had stood on a parade ground with a couple hundred of my battle buddies and been granted the title of “Infantryman.” Those of us that were heading on to Airborne School were told that we had 15 minutes with our families before we had to be on a Blue Bird bus to head over to the 1st Battalion, 507th Parachute Infantry Regiment to report for inprocessing and training.
It was rather warm that day. Those of us that had just graduated showed up wearing our Class Bs (dress uniform pants, short sleeve button up shirt, with “Pyle” Cap). There were 200 soldiers who showed up that day to begin their training as US Army Paratroopers. We stood around, waiting as they took us through the paperwork and drawing equipment and room assignments. We were finally released for the day a few hours later and told to be back on Monday morning. This was the first time since I had left for Fort Benning that I had actually had time to call my own.
I had one set of “civvies” in my bag from when I left Tampa four months earlier. My mom and sister came and got me and took me to the Peachtree Mall so I could buy some clothes to wear. They had to go home the next morning and I spent the rest of the weekend enjoying the peace and quiet of the hotel room before taking a cab back to the barracks. I spent Sunday night in the barracks, sharing a room with 3 other potential paratroopers. We didn’t quite know what to expect of the next day.
Bright and early Monday morning the fun started with an Army Physical Fitness Test (APFT). I was barely 18 years old and probably in the best shape of my life. After having spend the last four months in C Co 2-19 walking or running everywhere we went, it was a breeze. We lost 1/3 of our class on the APFT alone. I guess they weren’t kidding about if you failed an event or fell out of a run, you were gone. Good bye, better luck next time. We lost a lot of people that way.
The first week of Airborne School is Ground Week. During Ground Week, Soldiers must pass the Army Physical Fitness Test (APFT). The Ground Week Airborne instruction begins with an intensive program of instruction to build individual Airborne skills. These skills prepare the Soldier to make a parachute jump and land safely. Students train on the mock door, the 34-foot tower and the lateral drift apparatus. With all of that said, you learn how to fall down. You run to different places to learn how to fall down for a week. I don’t think my abs or my neck had ever been that sore in my life.
At the end of that week, I was looking forward to catching some sleep. Once again, I had another weekend to do with as I pleased. I explored Fort Benning and Columbus, GA a bit. I got “Hey, you!”ed into being a practice dummy for some of the Black Hats who were preparing to go to Jumpmaster School. There went half a Saturday.
The second week of Airborne School is Tower Week. Tower Week completes the Soldier’s individual skill training and further builds team effort skills. To go forward to Jump Week, Soldiers must qualify on the Swing Lander Trainer (SLT), master the mass exit procedures from the 34-foot tower, gain canopy confidence and learn how to manipulate the parachute from the 250-foot tower, and pass all physical training requirements.
I didn’t get a chance to be dropped from the Tower. I was in the harness, getting hooked up to the lift cable when it was decided that the winds were out of tolerance. Basically, the jumper they had dropped before me had drifted almost all the way to a street intersection almost 300m away. This was an interesting week. I think my favorite part had to be jumping out of the 34-foot Mock Door.
After surviving more bumps and bruises from Tower Week, we finally made it to Week 3, Jump Week. Successful completion of the previous weeks of training prepares Soldiers for Jump Week. During Jump Week, Soldiers must successfully complete five jumps at 1,250 feet from a C-130 or C-17 aircraft. Paratroopers who successfully meet course requirements are granted an additional skill identifier and are authorized to wear the coveted “Silver Wing” on their uniform.
Okay, that is all the very methodical, straight from Army PAO description. Here’s something you may not have known about me. The first time I jumped out of an aircraft over Fryer DZ was the first time I had ever been on an airplane. It was a long time before I got on an airplane and stayed on it until it landed. That was a rather nerve racking experience.
The Jump. I did the goofy little skip like “Airborne Shuffle” as I headed to the door. I was probably midway through the stick, the 15th or 16th jumper. It was dark, hot and loud inside that C-130 as it made turns over the drop zone, putting soldiers out into the breeze. I finally reached the door, handed my static line off to the safety and turned into the door. I was on the left door, looking out I could see the Chattahoochee River. It was a shock to look out and see that I was 1200 feet above ground. The jumpmaster tapped me on the leg and yelled, “Go!” I did what I was trained to do. I didn’t hesitate, I trusted my equipment and I jumped. The 150 knot winds tore at me as I tumbled. I can say that my exit wasn’t graceful and looking back, wasn’t a very good one. My right foot got tangled up in my risers as the shoot opened and I fell most of the way upside down. About 50 feet above the ground, I finally got my feet loose and swung them down in time to make an actual PLF (feet, ass, head) about 10 meters from a stand of trees. I had survived and I was flooded with adrenaline. I just threw myself from a high performance aircraft and survived. What a rush! I get to do this 4 more times to graduate!
The next few days were spent in the Pax Shed. We made our jumps, culminating with a night time, combat equipment jump. A Marine Major who was in my class had a rough landing that night. He landed wrong and ended up breaking his leg. I found him as I was moving back to the assembly area. Young Private C had just learned all sorts of interesting buddy aid tricks not too long ago in basic training. I took my 2×4 from my M-1950 weapons case, snapped it in half and used 550 cord to secure it to his leg, effectively making a splint. I picked him up in a fireman’s carry, grabbed our parachutes in my free hand and made my way to where Sergeant Airborne’s truck sat. I passed the Major off to the medics and then jogged back to the assembly area to turn in our parachutes. If you were wondering, they allowed him to graduate because he had, in fact, made his 5th and final jump. He just didn’t get to stand in the formation with us.
May 10th, 2002 was another proud day. Mom, sis and bro were all there to see me get wings pinned upon my chest. I honestly had tears in my eyes. I had just completed two of the hardest events of my life. There is a reason that they say we [Paratroopers] are arrogant. Out of the million or so in uniform in the Army, about half a percent were willing to step out the door of an aircraft while in flight.
As I said before, I write these stories so you have an idea of what to expect. I want to be there the day that you earn your wings. If you’ll allow me, I’ll even pin them on your chest for you. It’s cool to have a family member do it, but it’s better if they have been there and gone before you. Keep me up to date. DR, Paratroopers are funny creatures. You’ll fit in well.
The AIRBORNE ASSAULT into Normandy as part of the D-Day Allied invasion of Europe was the largest use of airborne troops up to that time. Paratroopers of the U.S. 82d and 101st Airborne divisions, the British 6th Airborne Division, the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion, and other attached Allied units took part in the assault. Numbering more than 13,000 men, the
paratroopers were flown from bases in southern England to the Cotentin
Peninsula in approximately 925 C-47 airplanes. An additional 4,000 men,
consisting of glider infantry with supporting weapons and medical and signal units, were to arrive in 500 gliders later on D-Day to reinforce the
paratroopers. The parachute troops were assigned what was probably the most difficult task of the initial operation — a night jump behind enemy lines
five hours before the coastal landings.
To protect the invasion zone’s western extremity and to facilitate the
“Utah” landing force’s movement into the Cotentin Peninsula, the U.S. 82nd
and 101st Airborne divisions descended on the peninsula by parachute and
glider in the early hours of D-Day. The paratroopers were badly scattered.
Many were injured and killed during the attack, and much of their equipment
was lost. But the brave paratroopers fought fiercely, causing confusion
among the German commanders and keeping the Germans troops occupied. Their efforts, hampered by harsh weather, darkness and disorganization, and initiative of resourceful soldiers and leaders, ensured that the UTAH BEACH
assault objectives were eventually accomplished. The British and Canadian attacks also accomplished their primary goal of securing the left flank of the invasion force.
Tonight, under the cover of darkness, paratroopers will once again step into the darkness and fall through the skies. They will be doing in training what their predecessors did in life and death circumstances. Today, we remember those who went before, put their lives on the line to fight tyranny and oppression.
All the Way, Airborne, Let’s Go, H-Minus
The name of the game this week has been Jumpmaster Refresher (from henceforth referred to as JMR). The jumpmasters of 1 Panther have been getting refreshed an ready to instill confidence in their young paratroopers. Monday started at 0630 at the U.S. Army Advanced Airborne School. We did a little “death by PowerPoint”, getting reoriented to the duties of the jumpmaster team. After that we did a few walk through, talk through sessions of the Jumpmaster Pre-inspection (To be further referred as JMPI). We spent two days in the circle, trading places wearing the equipment as our fellow JMs worked on their sequence.
A JM is the most experienced jumper during an airborne operation. He/she is a subject matter expert of the parachute equipment, proper rigging procedures, actions in the aircraft and jumping. I find my main role as a JM is to help instill confidence of my jumpers in their equipment and themselves. Throwing yourself from a high performance aircraft at 800ft AGL is serious business and requires a balance of fear and respect. I always tell my guys, “The day you stop fearing this unnatural action of jumping from an aircraft while in flight, that’s the day you need to quit.” As with all dangerous occupations and activities, you are assuming risk, and if you fail to respect that fact it can get you hurt or killed.
Last night our battalion had a jump. After getting out of class, I went back to work for a few hours to do some paper work, push out a few taskings and then went down to the departure airfield to help out with JMPI of the jumpers. The JM teams were short handed and were happy to have all the help they could get.
I got there are 1800hrs local (EST) and pretty much went straight to work. My biggest frustration of the evening was that there were so many new soldiers, new to the unit, the airborne and the army, and no leaders there to help them. There were so many rigging deficiencies that were just jumper error that had to be corrected. There are deficiencies that the jumper can create just donning their parachute that can have catastrophic consequences. That is the whole point of there being a jumpmaster who conducts a pre-jump inspection of the equipment.
Out of the 200+ jumpers that went out last night, only 4 were injured. When there is an expected 10% injury rate in every jump, that’s not terrible. My thoughts and prayers are with those paratroopers. I know a couple of them fairly well.
I finally left the departure airfield around 2200hrs (EST). I was rather exhausted and just wanted to go home, eat, shower and then crawl into my bed for some much needed sleep. I executed all of the above, finally drifting off somewhere around 0015hrs (EST). I had a hard time waking up this morning. I was not looking forward to spending another day in the parachute harness.
Today is T-11 JMR and I am ready for the day to be over already. I had my lunch, let the roommate’s dog stretch his legs and relieve himself and then headed on back to AAS. I don’t know what time we will get out of here today, but Im sure I’ll have to go back to the office to handle paperwork that someone else could have taken care of hours ago. Bye for now, dear reader.