Sky Falling
High above the parade ground
Our four groups of three
Lined up in a helicopter
Hovering over the trees
With parachutes heavy on our backs
The jump master checks for any slack
Chutes tightly packed, closed with twine
Fastened by cord to the static line
No one wants to be the first
Though we all willingly volunteered
After several hours of training
Our first time was finally here
Hooked into the floor
Inching closer to the open door
One by one... we jump
Our hearts in our throats... thump
Whoosh... we are floating
Slowly toward the ground
Open parachutes above us
Friends watching from the ground
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