Memories

Usual shout from me when chute deployed wuz, "Thank fukk fer that!" 😰 

Followed by 'Oh f.ck oh f.ck oh f.ck' as you neared the ground, followed by a toes knees nose or heels arse head landing! 🤣 

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Or as one of our blokes did on releasing the container,he watched it whistle down to the DZ.

Cost him a new SLR which had been bent like a banana!

Seen a couple of them, especially with the old heavy weapons containers when they were still using them. The last one was Geordie 'Twa Heeds' Nicholson who released his container with a 84mm on it and the stitching tore away from the D ring attachment point at the bottom end and the thing went whistling towards the much hated Pat McHale lying on the DZ with a broken femur. Unfortunately it just missed him, but the RAF decided it was time to withdraw them after seeing the stamp WD 1942 on the canvas! This was about '79 or '80 so f.ck knows how many times that thing had took the strain of being dropped to the end of that 15' rope! 🤔 

Only witnessed that once I was gathering my chute and a container whistled down beside me the owner had forgotten to connect it to his harness 

One I remember for pure scare value was when Vince Bramley was jumping with a Gimpy SF tripod which was meant to be in one of those kitbags we were issued with, but he'd wrapped it in something else and stuffed the kitbag in the frame of his bergan. Of course it came out when he released the container and began whistling to earth with it's strap wagging behind it. I looked up and saw what looked like a container heading my way and began to run, still looking up, and the f.cking thing was following me! Didn't matter which way I moved it seemed to have me in it's sights as the wind was carrying it. Finally it plopped gently down beside me, and realising what it was and who owned it I went looking for him to show him the error of his ways for scaring the shit out of me. Laughed like f.ck once I'd calmed down! 😮 🤣 

Good job you zigged instead of zagged Pat! 🙄 Remember having a particulatrly hard landing with the old X rig and limped like fukk off the DZ with DMS boots split right down the side of the lace oyles. Not surprised as thi wo only med outa fukkin cardboord! 😕 

Bloody X type used to oscillate like hell, at times it felt like a bloody clock pendulum

Like a fairground ride Bob 😆

The year of the Flaming Horse ,  I remember the "flaming arshole"

"Just mek sure tha t fukkin newspaper is rolled up az tight az tha can gerrit!" 😰 

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I remember Tot Taylor farting during a dance and giving his hairy arse a severe burning! 🤣 

Gas! Gas! Gas! 😝