I've ended up in trees in LeJeune and Polk. I've bounced off FLAs in Pickett.
When we were on DRF 7 (support cycle), the amount of jump injuries and fuck ups were staggering.
1995, I was newer to Division, 7 jumps in I think.
Jumping Sicily, night, mass tac, "winds were 3 knots, my cock", half us the sticks scattered, I feet, ass, headed it, knocked my dome piece hard, passed out, woke up, vomited twice (todays standards, that's a TBI), sprained my left ankle that turned into a distal tib/fib fracture with 5 ruptured ligaments that required reconstructive surgery.
They tried to med board me but gave option to fight it, I fought it, healed, fought it, stayed, jumped 36 more times.
DZSO said winds were 3 knots. Lol. Cunts.
"I am shocked" said no jumper ever in the history of ever.
We had Florida pines with the tops bent almost horizontally and you know what?
"7 knots, clear to jump."
We had concussions, a dislocated shoulder, ankle sprains, a dude who hit a barb wire fence, one blown off course and had to fend off a bull... that was the first chalk of about 30 jumpers. I was in Chalk 2 and missed the jump because they called it off. Darn.