But noooo, (read that with inflection) thanks to the rain, the jump was scrubbed.
While we should be wildly disappointed at this, I'll let you in on a little secret. It was nice to be cooped up in a plane with a bunch of good looking, incredibly polite men. And their pilot! I asked if I could take a picture of the cockpit, and he invited me to sit in the copilots seat for awhile, and chatted.
Perhaps it was bad form of me sitting in an Army plane, but I took a picture of the Thunderbirds (Air Force) through the window. Shh…don't rat me out. It was a great way to waste a Dramamine, sitting in a plane with a bunch of paratroopers as we stalled, waiting on the rain delay.
My jeans and sweatshirt were soaked through, I was shivering from the cold, for all accounts looked like a drowned rat, but it was a good day.
Normally I say, “Fly Army!” in support of the Sky Soldiers (Vietnam era Hueys and Cobras), but now I can happily chirp, “Go Army!” in support of these great guys, who perked up at my comment of, “Had I known we'd be stuck here for so long, I should've brought beer.” Love men with a sense of humor and adventure.
Hopefully one day I'll get the opportunity to sit by the open door and watch them egress from a perfectly good airplane. I'd love to cockily say, perhaps one day I can jump with them but… that's crazy talk.
I'll attach video excerpts but please ignore the dim lighting and occasional fuzziness as the camera autofocuses. I have to use my own camera because I should never be trusted with the expensive equipment. Go Army!