The excitement hasn't stopped for almost an hour. You're tired from hanging on and the sensory overload, but too proud to admit it. This is where you learn what trust is all about. You pray for the health of the pilot. You check (again) to make sure where the ejection seat handle is - in case you get told to use it, without daring to touch it too rough and suddenly the pilot is flying solo while you have your first unplanned parachute jump. Then you notice that there is absolutely no panic in the pilots voice when he reminds you to breathe, even though you heard the nice lady in the avionics say "Oxygen! Oxygen!" and you realise that you've been holding your breath. How can something be so scary and so delightful at the same time? Just after you climb out the aircraft you feel immortal and can't stop smiling (even though you thought you were going to die just a few moments ago). You pose for the photo with the pilot and know that you'll be dreaming of what just happened for years to come...
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