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so we went onto the main console instead, linking us to the aircraft's
supply. When we jumped, we switched onto our own.
There were drills that we had to learn, and it was all done with big
flash cards held up by the oxygen NCO. It was serious stuff, learning how to
rig on to one console, then come off that and go on to your own.
The next jumps were called simulated oxygen. We'd go up in the
aircraft, go through all the drills, and jump with our equipment but without
weapons. We weren't doing any jumps higher than twelve grand, the maximum
height we could go to without oxygen.
Our first lot of night jumps started, and they were
wonderful-absolutely splendid. I was standing on the tailgate and could see
nothing but the lights of Oxford twinkling away below me.
Soon we were doing night jumps with oxygen and kit.
Whenever we "jumped kit" and whenever we jumped at night, we would have
an automatic opening device attached to the parachute. This worked by
barometric pressure; every day a reading had to be taken so we knew the
pressure at thirty-five hundred feet. I'd make the necessary adjustment so I
knew that at thirty-five hundred feet the AOD (automatic opening device) was
going to kick in; if I got into a spin or had a midair collision and knocked
myself out, nothing was going to open; this device was there at least to get
the rig up.
Within the squadrons there were horrendous stories of people going into
spins, especially with heavy kits. If the kit wasn't packed or balanced
right, then as they jumped and the wind hit them, it did its own thing.
You'd have to adjust your position to fly correctly with it. If you had
to fly to somebody and dock with all your equipment on and one of the straps
wasn't done up tight, or one of the pouches on the side was catching air,
that might lift up your left-hand side and you'd have to compensate with
your right; you could end up flying in some really weird positions. But most
dangerously, it could put you into a spin, and once that starts it just gets
faster and faster.
One fellow in D Squadron got into a spin, and the only way he could get
out of it was to try to track to get away. He did, but all the capillaries
in his eyes exploded.
He looked like Christopher Lee for months afterward.
We reached the point where we were simulating oxygen jumps, doing all
the drills but not going high; we were doing it at night, with equipment,
and as individuals. That was us ready to go to France.
The French DZ had a quick turnaround because the site we jumped onto
was also where the aircraft landed.
In the UK we had to jump on a DZ and from there get transport back to
Brize Norton; the turnaround was inefficiently long. In Pau we could jump,
the aircraft could land, get us back on, and throw us back out again.
We were starting now to do day jumps in teams of four, practicing
keeping together, then night jumps with equipment. We started to learn how
to put weapons on the equipment, first so that they were good and secure
while we were in free fall and second, so we could get them off as soon as
we landed.
The rule within the R.A.F was that we did only three jumps a day.
There was a big fear of hypoxia if we were going up to twelve thousand