"The Donning of Their Chutes, The Wearing of the Gear; Not One A Recruit, In Those Who Are Here.
Nostrils Filled, With Herc Exhaust; The Men in the Aft, Not One of Them Lost.
Waiting for the Go, And the Green Light; The Soft White Snow, Far Below in the Night.
Down They Come, Fast with Their Gear; Each Man Deployed, So Very Near.
They Hit, They Roll, They Drag So Light; Canopies Released, And Buried Out of Sight.
Who Are These Men, Who Dared to Be Scorned; Their Berets Say it All, This is the Airborne!"
Marc Belanger, 1982
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