I still remember the first time I saw one.
"Jesus f-- ff-fucking christ! Drop computers are out were going in blind! I C-"
We were going in as a clean-up, Salvaging wounded and cleaning up the dead.
Impact... 10... 9...
"Hang on! Pray to god!"
So we did. I prayed to whatever god was looking down us at the time, Blasting on this desolate forsaken rock supposedly worth getting killed for.
I felt my guts lurch inside my stomach, My lungs trying to break from my ribs as my heart pounded. The count became slower as adrenaline flushed through my blood. My vision blurring into a thin tunnel through the visor of my helmet. Suddenly it didnt seem so straining, The bulky armor or the confined helmet.
I felt at ease, Calm.
"Here we go boys! Hit em ha--"
It caught me off-guard, The jets fired early. It never crossed my mind with the nav computers offline the flight might be a bit off. Suddenly we hit, Bouncing hard in the harness keeping me l