Jon shook in fear as he looked from the plane. The trees looked like little specks of green, and he could only hear the sound of the plane's engine. The wind was blowing so hard in the air that it could knock men off their feet and fall in chains like dominos. He gathered his thoughts and began to breath. His sweat, beating on his brow, his hands, oily from holding on to the pole for so long, his knees, weak, and his mind telling him to step back and cower. He gripped the straps of his parachute, hoping that they can be his salvation to landing safety, and leapped out of the flying vehicle. As he fell with stinging skin, he could feel the gravity pull on his torso the wind tugging his arms and legs. He could move very little, like being encased in gelatin.
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