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