During my training to become an airborne jumpmaster in Panama, one of my required jumps was at night flying over the Atlantic coast to the drop zone. Our Special Forces drop zone was carved out of the jungle and was surrounded by Gatun Lake and the old French Canal. From the air, as I leaned out the open door of our Air Force plane, the drop zone looked small and bleak. After checking the soldi...
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