Scott

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The anti aircraft artillery explodes close to the AC-130 as troop company 16 readies for the jump. Nauseously, strapped to their pre-jump safe chairs, restlessly shaking their limbs. Troop 16 waits for the signal. 2 minutes pass, over the drop zone now. “Troopers, chute up and lock your gear!” “Sir!” They say in unison. They wonder how Sergeant could be so calm at a moment like this. “Line up, soldiers!” All at once with flawless precision the soldiers line up at the open door of the transport plane. They wait for the green light and the go. “Go! Go! Go!” One after another the men leap from the massive aircraft down to join the fight below. As they fall slowly hanging by their parachutes, the men dodge back and forth for oncoming flak artillery. They are showered in a mist or shrapnel and smoke. As Lieutenant ____ falls from the sky, he hears his men screaming and watches them struggle as 3 of them get their parachutes caught and take a spiral plummet to the ground. Others are hit by artillery and the flak jackets that are supposed to protect are tore to shreds.The airborne clouds of smoke from the exploding make it nearly impossible to see what is below. The loud crack of the exploding artillery deafens the paratroopers as they fall.

My name is lieutenant _______ _____ and I belong to the 16th airborne division. I am the first soldier to jump out of the plane. I remember the day, December 2nd, 1942. We were en route to the drop in the AC-130 when we went through some heavy turbulence from the German anti aircraft artillery. Our transport did not take too much damage but it was frightening none the less. After some stressful time we made it to the battlegrounds. We could see the fighting down below.