He jumped out of a tiny plane everyone was calling a Casa. Nathan referred to it as the "flying mailbox." Each flight only took about 8 guys up at a time, an extra two were in flight working as as safeties, so the day was pretty long.
The "flying mailbox"
I was out on behalf of the FRG, again, selling snacks and drinks for the guys. Someone had the genius to add popsicles to our little tent concession and we sold out by the end, it was a really hot day.
Being the FRG leader once again had it perks as I was able to accompany Nathan right up to the plane to take pictures as they were loading. I was escorted by the new Executive Officer to Nathan's unit. As he walked me over to Nathans chalk he warned me "Now, you may hear some "guy talk" once we get over there."
"I grew up in this culture, Sir. I'll be right at home." I told him.
If he only knew...
So, here are some photos of Nathan's jump. This was my first time seeing him jump so I went a little overboard with the camera :) Nathan would be calling this the "I love me" blog if he were composing it.
Nathan is loading onto the plane....
Nathan jumps!
After gathering up his chute, a long walk back to the unit
*Thank God for digital zooming*
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