A long time ago, I was the Left door Jumpmaster in a C130, and my primary JM (Right door) had missed the spot, forcing us to go around for another pass (Air Force plane drivers don't like that). The problem was that our Drop Zone crew had only handheld strobes to mark the DZ, and with a modified approach (Low altitude approach, then pop up to safer altitude to drop in the last 10-15 sec) all we could see was blackness until too late.
Me being the innovative, smartassed young Staff Sargent, I had my Safety give the 1 min command as I climbed outside on the wind deflector to get a better view. Although difficult to see with the wind blast on cheap boogie goggles and chinstrap strangling me, I was able to catch a glimpse of a strobe and signaled my Primary. As I got back in, the Loadmaster or Crewchief (They all look the same) attempted to berate me, shouting and spitting "UnSafe act" over and over. I gently nudged him away and got my jumpers out, following at the end of the stick.
Apparently, my Safety guy who was stuck in the AC, got a tongue whipping as well. When we linked back up later in the day, he was beside himself with laughter and had declared me "UnSafe"
It stuck.
Me being the innovative, smartassed young Staff Sargent, I had my Safety give the 1 min command as I climbed outside on the wind deflector to get a better view. Although difficult to see with the wind blast on cheap boogie goggles and chinstrap strangling me, I was able to catch a glimpse of a strobe and signaled my Primary. As I got back in, the Loadmaster or Crewchief (They all look the same) attempted to berate me, shouting and spitting "UnSafe act" over and over. I gently nudged him away and got my jumpers out, following at the end of the stick.
Apparently, my Safety guy who was stuck in the AC, got a tongue whipping as well. When we linked back up later in the day, he was beside himself with laughter and had declared me "UnSafe"
It stuck.
