I’m old enough that I can remember standing in my crib looking out at tanks rolling by my window in my American town. They were on maneuvers or parade or just going from one place to another. I also remember my First Communion. You had to fast overnight and I was starved when I was done. My parents decided to watch the 101st Airborne do a practice drop over Camp (now Fort) Campbell. It was exciting – A jeep’s chutes didn’t open and it came down rightside up. All four tires just popped. They changed the tires and drove it off. A small howitzer dropped – its chutes didn’t work either. This one came down barrel first. Luckily all it hit was the ground. There were no serious paratrooper injuries that day – the worst were one got a sprained wrist and another, a sprained ankle. When you consider they were jumping out of C-119 Flying Boxcars at several thousand feet, that was awfully darn good. God was with them that day. I finally got to eat and, Boy, was I happy.
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