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.