When I jumped from
the plane on D-Day, and as I was descending from about 500 feet,
all I could see was water below.
There was ground
below me, and I was expecting to hit like a ton of bricks
because of the weight of the equipment I was carrying. It was a
surprise when there was just a big splash.
I was fooled when
I looked down because of the reeds growing in the water. They
were as thick as the hair on a dog and had grown to about 18
inches above the water, so there was no reflection from the
I went under the
water and floundered around before I was able to get my feet on
the bottom and stand up.
There was no
problem unbuckling the chest strap, but I still had to bend down
to release the seat straps.
I was standing
chest deep in water, and there was no way I was going to go down
to get those
recognition that it was willful destruction of government
property, I used my knife to cut the straps.