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"Got it" I repeated

"Good I don't know about you, but I need some air" I looked down as he opened the door The wind stole led not to hyperventilate The juht shoulder and stuck his head out the door His hair danced as he looked for the spot When ere over it Pete's tappedhis head back into the plane "Make hi my back "Feet out"

I leaned back, took a deep breath, and stuck my feet out the door The force of the wind surprised me I planted my feet hard on the sain I'll stay on the ground where I belong, I thought I took another deep breath, grabbed the strut and pulled myself out the door The prop blast rolled overwave

"HANG STRUT!" Pete yelled

I slido

Poof! The next thing I knew I had a canopy I laughed and laughed Especially when I heard the radio crackle, "Jueant Slaughter, expensive French jump boats and all, flared his chute too late and landed hard, shattering his right ankle

"I heard him scream like a banshee, and I was a thousand feet up" Shannie said later Not letting opportunity pass, Shannie approached the injured Sergeant Slaughter, his leg strewn across his buddy's car seat "You never answeredher hair "Is it true what they say about o F yourself"

Under canopy, I didn't have Sergeant's problems I released my Grandfather's ashes and watched the of flight, being suspended under a fliround approached too quickly I glided over the Pea pit and flared, the ends of the canopy tightened, the center of the canopy filled with air and I stepped to the ground as if stepping off a two-inch step I exhaled as my canopy fell to the earth Rest in Peace Stanley Alison, I thought