We woke up the nest morning at around 2 am and were instructed to prepare for a jump. I packed my bag with 1 extra mag. And had took the MG4 from the armory. And it had a PSO sight, and I took a 45 sig. I was glad we woke up early, we got the good stuff. I took 1 CS gas grenade and on fragment grenade. Packed those up and bones and I headed to the c130, there we met smith. And stuck together then strapped up and waited for take off. We came to the taxi way and someone brought an old hand held radio that used a 9 volt and played fortunate son. We all sang along, "it ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son naw........ Oooo that red white and blue!......" We were in the marines and in the desert but we still had fun. But we had to keep fun from the mission. Even the master Sargent got a laugh. It was now time to jump. And we all got serious. The jump master said jump. And the next person in line jumped. We looked like giant duffle bags being thrown out of a plane. We had no control over the shoot. It was a plane shoot. I jumped and the shoot opened on its own. That's why we're tied up. When we jump the cable pulls the shoot open. Simple. The gust of wind on my face before the shoot opens was amazing. I rolled facing up and then flipped over. I was falling at about 20 feet every 5 seconds. Not slow. The procedure is to land and lay down as soon as you touch the ground. I loved my job. Almost more than my life. The job we full of surprises and adrenaline. Keeps you're hart rate up and makes sure you keep in Shape. My code name is recker, bones is, sand castle, and Smith is dune.