They checked their gear
and willed their nerves to be deceived.
All shutes did open, what a sight!
Except for one, and desperation
was written on the Para’s face.
And no one else could hear the words
he on the downward journey mumbled:
‘To die like this, make no mistake,
is not my destiny, by God! ‘
Repeated it so many times
that he believed it when he hit.
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