(Photo:  The landing zones were deceitfully small - the smallest in WWII)

 

LANDING ZONE  B

 
Moments do not move as fast as you would think, even in the crisis of action. In fact, they may even seem longer than usual under such circumstances. Lay your watch on a table, and sit for seven or eight minutes without lighting a cigarette; then you will realize how long it took us to complete the great round of our circle, as we returned for our second pass over the drop zones.  Major S had stepped to the moment Capt. R and his men completed their exits. He kept his eyes fixed on their chutes as they swung to the earth. The picture was confused by other planes which were following us and dropping their "sticks" of jumpers, but S marked the spot where our men came down, and swiftly made his calculations.

"The wind must be stronger than they figured, for they landed short of the parade ground," he yelled in the ear of the first jumper, loud enough to be heard above the motors' roar. "I'm going to hold you to a count of eight; then we'll pitch the bundle, and you follow it."

Capt. Charles M. Bradford MD

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