The drone of a Cessna 185 could be heard outside. I stood in the dimly lit hanger, oversized army fatigues rubbing roughly against my goosebumped flesh, not hearing any of the final instructions, wondering instead if I would ever see my family again, the reality of the situation finally hitting me, but now it was too late.
Marching out single file, giving each other a nervous look. We climbed into the plane, two rows of four on our knees, beads of perspiration building, the instructor giving the final command. ‘If you go up in it, you ain’t coming down in it!’
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 
And what is best? The moment of letting go and jumping out? The fast descent? The pop of the chute? The talk afterwards? Tell us more!
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Crawling onto the wing on my knees,
Standing bravely, fighting ‘the freeze’.
I looked down below and wished that I’d found,
At lot less distance between me and the ground!
The best part for me was up in the sky,
The chute had just opened, I started to cry.
The sight was so awesome, so much I could see.
Alone in the sky, by myself. Just me.
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Even your comments rhyme.
But do they rhyme, every time?
An ancient way to tell your tales;
To thrill an audience, it never fails.
I thank you kindly for explaining
Your air adventure; twas entertaining!
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