Helmets in Service of Their Country
Now, aboard C-47s heading into the skies over Georgia, we were going to find out who had balls. To refuse to jump, even once, was to be bounced from the Airborne. If a guy froze in practice, how the hell could you trust that he was going to jump when the enemy waiting below?
My worse thought was having to send a letter home saying I’d washed out. I’d be betraying the memory of my two uncles by failing. So, no, I couldn’t fail, I thought as we sat, nine to either side of the lumbering two-engine aircraft. We were wearing some team’s old football helmets, a scene that probably wouldn’t have scared the hell out of the krauts. Page 54
Happy 4th everyone!