Harv, Great story. It was three years ago tomorrow that Dad passed away. Reading about him cursing the beech on take off for your night jump makes me smile. He was a pilot of few words, unless things were not going right. The first time I heard him say the "f" word, I was 12 years old and we had just come to an abrupt stop after the sissors on the right landig gear of the beech broke sending us ground looping into the ditch along the runway. In a cloud of dust and a broken airplane he yelled , "GET THE FUCK OUT!! I listened and was out of the copilots seat , down the isle , and out the cargo door in an instance only to see the heels of the jumpers on the load 200 yards in front of me running for their lives from the inevitable explosion. The plane never blew up and we all lived with no injuries. The 10 way on board had their fastest exit time ever, too bad we were on the ground. Thanks for the memories. BSBD, Cliff
