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Brings back memories but from a different airframe. C-141, which made a very haunting sound flying low & slow over the DZ. To be on Green Ramp again and younger without everything hurting and making noise...
That... is a Master Blaster. A Jump Master, checking for points of recognition, to get ready to get his jumpers out of a perfectly good flying aircraft. From the door fixtures on the side, it looks like a C-130 - plus he's leaning WAAAAY out there - on a C-17\C-141, he'd be far closer in.
Ah, the memories ... we did it old school though, both heels hooked on the end of the platform. Only thing inside the plane was your knuckles.
More power to him. I hated jumping. I did the absolute minimal to stay jump qualified. My knees and hips are marginal. I am sure they would be shot if I had jumped more.
Ramp or nuthin!
I had orders cut to go to jump school at Ft. Benning in 1974 when I came down with a raging case of mono. Hindsight says it may have been the best thing to happen, though I was sorely disappointed at the time.