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I was Stationed in Italy in 1981. 1980 sucked Iran hostage rescue failure. Nothing makes you feel like a useless fuck more than. NOT BEING ALLOWED TO WIN. THAT SHIT ENDS NOW WITH my president. DONALD J. TRUMP. Old school. When I was SKYDIVING WAS DANGEROUS AND SEX WAS SAFE. The rig was a 26 ft Paracommander with the lines shortened 18 inches. The squares were just starting to come out. Those are ARMY grey 1980's sweat pants worn under baggies// camo. It's North Italy the Alps are cold. Great skiing. I quit jumping out of Airplanes After my 5th main malfuntion, my Stevenson cutaway srap had been blown out from where the jumpmaster stored it in it's rubber bands. When it came out it trailed over my main ripcord handle. I could not see it when I.pulled my main. We were just doing hop and pops because of low cloud cover. I forever impressed Dale A. FAIRBANKS 1/509th Airborne. That day with lightning cat like reflexes. He jumped almost 30? Years. He jumped Vietnam if I am not mistaken. I pulled open both my parachutes at the same time. High preformance paracommander and a 26 ft conical 4 line release. The main is in a bag or sleeve pulled out by a spring 3 foot tall loaded inside the pilot chute. I popped my parachutes at the same fucking time and grabbed the pilotchute dead center as it was leaving my back. The last thing I saw was my reserve in full ciggarrette, then I was wrapped tight in my main parachute and I was all tangled up in the cords. I was fighting to get thru one of the steering slots and I saw an open reserve. GOD LOVES ME.😍 But now I am right over the 3 meter high tripple consentina wire fence. The wind is blowing me off Airport to the Farmers fence on the other side of the road. I grabbed lines and dumped air. About 10 feet off the road in from of the Airport in Vecenza Italy an Alpha Romero doing about 80 miles per hour went right under my boots. I was never going to jump out of a fucking Airplane ever again. Nobody EVER TOLD ME THAT I COULD GET HIT BY A FUCKING CAR! I HAVE ALREADY BEEN HIT BY 2 CARS AS A CHILD. IF I HAD EVER GOTTEN THE IDEA I COULD HAVE BEEN HIT BY A FUCKING CAR. I would never sky dive. 1982 or 83. I quit jumping that day.