One Jump. 4 more. The experience, though grand, was not the adrenalin rush I'd anticipated. Perhaps it was the 45-60 min wait on the plane, preceeded by several hours of prejump practice & harness inspection -- followed by the short 30-60 second jump itself.
Now, to dispell illusions, I enjoyed it emmensely & am anxious to do it again, and again, on the morrow -- & to be paid for doing it no less. I believe that, however, after a year or two, jumping will be just another routine part of my job. Perhaps civilian diving would suit me better.
The gift of flight however. Finding myself on the ground again when I was just shortly on an aeroplane...it's remarkable & still hard to imagine. Once I was out the door, it was almost already over. No butterflies rocked my stomach. No pulse raced nor palms clammed. When I stepped out that door and locked into my tight body position, nothing hit my mind -- It was like staring off at the horizon, thinking nothing, really _seeing_ nothing - just temporary shutdown & eventual restart. It was a surrel experience, but my body aches & tires - tomorrow is a long day beginning early at 0340...
Now is 2018...i.e. nighty night!
I jumped out of a plane for the first time today.