I started skydiving six years ago. I had recently returned from a combat deployment in Iraq and had fallen back into the sleepy routine of life in Kentucky. Beer, bourbon and BBQ and usually in that order. Life was good but I missed the thrill of being stuck on the side of the road in Iraq with one trailer ablaze and another with smoking brake lines--at night with the threat of IEDs and election violence weighing like lead in my stomach.
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