The Whirling Dervishes of the US Army

When you go through a hard period,
When everything seems to oppose you,
When you feel you cannot even bear one more minute,
Because it is the time and place that the course will divert! 

What the sayer of praise is really praising is himself,
by saying implicitly,
My eyes are clear.

Likewise, someone who criticizes is criticizing
himself, saying implicitly, “I can’t see very well
with my eyes so inflamed.

And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look what happens with love like that.
It lights up the sky. 

9 thoughts on “The Whirling Dervishes of the US Army

  1. Chickasha, OK, has a parachute school. My daughter has made two jumps there, but it was too expensive of a hobby to pursue.

  2. On my Para course at RAF Brize Norton we had a Royal Artillery rank that we nicknamed ‘lucky eddy’. Every thing that could go wrong-inevitably did!

    Wind steal; floating over another guys canopy which then deflated his own. He actually dropped with both feet on top of it and had to run off over the other guys chute edge; in the hope his chute re-inflated…It did!

    Bad Exit resulting in twisted lines; managed to clear his twists (only after realising he had initially twisted the opposite way), then landed hard on his feet without rolling, until his chute caught a ground wind… and off he went face down for a long drag!

    Container Jump; released his container as soon as his canopy had deployed (not to dangle beneath on his line)…. Released as in ‘JETTISONED’ his whole container and looped line, which could be heard whistling down wards towards the poor souls on the DZ who were blissfully unaware of it until it “CRUMPED” into the earth.

    Night Jump; instead of steering into the wind to slow his descent he steered with it, taking out two guys on the DZ who were stuffing their spent chutes into their para bags.

    He was the typical guy in your team that would wait until the water was boiling in a tin mug, only to reach out and knock it over… (For salts and wings; Its a grunt thing that brings sighs of disbelief)…

    The frightening thing was; he required his wings as he was due to join a Forward Observation Officer as a comm’s guy. (Lucky Eddy would one day be bringing down artillery, not only on the bad guys, but also in close support of the good guys).

    Lucky Eddy Drop Short, it doesn’t bare thinking about.

    Yours Aye.

    • I have met some Sailors who have misfortune following them around like a bad stench. No rank is immune to it. I work with a LCDR who is a trainwreck and has no ability to run a team. I wonder how he/she got so far. . .

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