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Published: 2005-01-18 05:57:37 +0000 UTC; Views: 123; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 3
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AS WE WERE NEARING THE DROP POINT, GENERAL HAYTERN WAS MOVING AROUND A BIT MORE GETTING EVERYTHING SET. ALL TWENTY-FOUR MEN PLUS MYSELF WERE A BIT FIDGITY BY NOW. IT WASNT THE JUMP, WE'VE PRACTICED THAT A MILLION TIMES; IT WASN'T THE FIGHTING, WE'VE TRAINED FOR WEEKS, IT WAS THE FACT WE HAD TO DO BOTH WHILE IN NAZI TERRITORY."WE WERE DOING THIS FOR A DAMN GOOD CAUSE," I KEPT TELLING MYSELF. EARL NEXT TO ME, BARFED ALL OVER MY SHOES AND HIS; JIMMY DOWN THE WAY STILL HAS THAT BLOODY NOSE HE GOT WHEN WE BOARDED THE AIRCRAFT, AND HE'S NOW GETTING NAUSEOUS. I STARTED TO WIPE MY SHOES OFF WITH ONE OF MY PACKS' STRAPS WHEN THE RED LIGHT CAME ON AND THE GENERAL STARTED YELLING INCOHERENTLY. I DID HEAR HIM SAY: "GET UP, GEAR UP, AND PREPARE FOR THE DROP." I CERTAINLY KNEW NOW WHY I JOINED THE SOARING EAGLES OF THE 101ST AIRBORNE DIVISION: TO PROMISE MY GREAT-GRAND CHILDREN A FUTURE OF FREEDOM.