New Navy Pt Gear

By Carl "Jesus Christ". Pantejo, Deposit May 2008

Compose "My Yu of Friend ae" The Mentor of Prosperity," the Copyright August 2007. Pantejo - Y.N. Vurce Edition.

*The following history is incorporated in "My Yu of Friend ae" the Mentor of Prosperity: Reserve II," Pantejo - Y.N. Vurce Edition. Relax the Date: 2008.

"[Life] Narcotic! Is the this not? ..."

- The Medical Wars of Lawn -

"I am then, gonae™na lives"?

"The boss, I do not know that you the guys do it. I took a double takes your birthday 'causes your age "biological" and your age "chronological" does not equal just! Which type of the vegetables or the vitamins do you take? I did not see a 28" cuts since the secondary School! I always raise (the weight) and am uniformly an avid body-builder. Which is your percentage of bodyfat"? It said.

Try climb his good side, I said, "I do not know. Four months ago, the Aviation Technician Medical fact the tests edliminatoires for one of my physical examinations said that the it was 'too low to be healthy', I think. Although that does mean"?

It was the DMO (Plunging the Doctor Of The Work), a lieutenant (the Degree of Officer 3 in the Navy), and in its mid-years thirty (my age to the time). It already began to bald, and lightly paunchy. It always had the big arms and the chest of barrel of a Dishwasher of Navy, but had not seen probably a six piles on his body during years.

"Then, which is your secret? My woman would go totally ga-ga if I could obtain my body of high school of return".

I did not want to say it that the simple response was to be ridded of his woman. Only the men tended to be less than have outside of the question more "starved" and had.

And it took a very benevolent spouse to tolerate the method of life of "an athlete in the uniform". The hours of training were just too a long time for even the woman the more to stretch.

I knew. I was on my second woman and the marriage prognostic appeared very deserted.

Smile at the doctor that I said, "Narcotic, the this is not? I attribute my face of girl to chasteness and to the pure thoughts".

(In the reality, I PTae™d DOES [induced physically] for 3 hours a day, ate at least as a pig, then drank all day long beer and driven out women the night).

The time remainder that I wasted on the frivolous things (likes the work).

We laughed.

Then I asked, "Mister, when can I leave"?

"If the it was in top to me, I allow you avenue now. But as you know it, you need to be clarifyed by the 'the other guys' also," the DMO said.

"I cannot be excluded medically now. I obtained some important orders," I moaned myself desperately.

The truth was that I was to do someone "the exchange student" the exercises with little of my unity military foreign counterparts (for example, the Republic of Korea, British, Australian, and the teams of Thailand) in the next few weeks.

"Cobra gold" was the official name of the exercises more military, more common and more annual held on and around the sector of Beach of Pattaya of Thailand.

I awaited with impatience this annual "Works Hard, the Hard Game" the event.

I liked especially the beautiful women. They always are stunned that: 1) I am American, not Thai (I am a mixture of all Asian) and 2) despite is "gaa" (Thai: Old), as a Master of Sex of Tantric, I can continue for the hours in the bedroom.

Similar to Jack LaLane on his birthday (who?), I added more "the degrees of difficulty" (meaning, the participants) to my personal exploits every year.

"To cool out. I am sure that you will have unloaded in the time to go to the Gold of Cobra. Jeez! I like this place! In any case, I arranged for my Corpsman the more person in charge to keep you the business. Just not to corrupt it too" it said, smiling as the devil.

These "the Medical Wars of Lawn" were a penalty for the people as me.

Instead of the physical examinations periodic by a doctor, I must am clarifyed by several different doctors (for example, the guy of Med/Specwar, Plunging Document, the Surgeon of Flight, the Psychiatrist of PTSD, etc.).

This meant to have at least three, instead of the one, rectal examination every year!

I never obtained that that is used.

A year, after obtaining from pass the point of is peed of, I invited all the nurses to observe my rectal examinations.

Since all Military Hospitals double as learning from the institutions, it never had a lack of an audience (especially the trainees, new Corpsman, and Care for the graduates of fresh school).

The inclined configuration on the table of examination and my nude donkey in the air, I proclaimed to the group to laugh nervously students, "To Have your manner with me. My donkey is your donkey"!

The responses (and the telephone numbers next) were well the value it.

But when I saw that was going to be my companion during his Day of Duty, I had not objections that I be here (on a Submarine a Medical Section To Stretch) of night.

"Thanks the Document"! I screamed as the DMO offered his farewell.

- These Medical Slackers -

Look at down below to the Filipina Corpsman darling to the foot of my bed, I asked, "you Are sure you want to hear this"?

"Yes, of course. I read of him, but I whoever never met tested it indeed," she said, detaching momentarily his look of my powerful erection to smile a little, to smile it ugly.

Did she lick just its lips?

Then, silent, she got up, walked to the "bad" side of the patient bed, attains through my body, and verified the JE.V. the room of bag and drips during on a hook in metal on the other side of the bed.

"Accidentally" to stifle me with his chest, she whispered, "Oops. Grieved".

"No problem, no problem to all, HN (Hospitalman, E-3 paygrade) Marisol".

During my stay runs in his Infirmary/Section, we had already established an end, a simple report. I teased it while the address by the fitting military title "HN," but finished it then with the too friendly totally inopportune usage of his first name (Marisol) instead of his last name.

I could say of ordinary one when to cross the line or not.

The medical personnel (the officer and enlisted similar) were notorious to employ the military relaxed norms and the dedcorum not very cared for.

Line officers called them "Slackers, referring itself to their apparent lack of military report. I could not criticize them (the medical personnel). Indeed, at first, when I joined first the service, I was just as them.

You see, most of medical personnel military officer awaited just their time, reimbursing simply the military officer of return for their medical training. After an obstacle (the service period), they left ordinary the active service to follow a medical, civil career and more lucrative. This applied to the majority of doctors, to the nurses, and to Corpsmen in all branches of the American Military Services (the Army, the air Army, the Navy, and the Sea Body).

The American Sailor Body had not the native medical personnel. That was why I, an independent Corpsman of the Navy of Duty, was technically sea, but, for all goals practice, was a Sailor to the bottom. Except my obligatory periods to the Hospitals of Navy and "the Etain can" (the small boats), I spent the mass of my deployed career with the navy soldiers (in particular, the types of Plongeur/Pull-over).

I spent the equal time sharpening my technical competences AND my Sailor (the growl) competences. Therefore, I had the small time to muster dust. If I did not do the demanded CME (the Medical Education Continues - the urgency training medical), I was dive occupied, jump, or the shooting.

Since I like these activities, the years do a zoom by. Before I have it knew, more than two decades had passed it and the it was the time to take the retirement. Mainstreaming in uniform and civil life was hard for me. (But that is another history).

Of return to this history.

Almost sadistically, I prayed for the missions because they had an immediate and direct home (training and the non insignificant classes and not very realistic by some defective civil one or some hospital administrator with no index of the true operations of life).

Ninety percent of any mission was spent on the study time (warning orders, the mission reports, the physical examinations, immunizations, the equipment checks, etc), the trip length (the boat, the submarine, or the airplane); and, once the mission was completely executed, aborted while in the progress, or canceled before to go operational, there was After the action reports.

- My Angel of Revisited Pity -

Turn my return attention to the Corpsman sexy, I said, "the Hell, I am just happy to have world"!

I had a big sh*le to smile food by t on my face; principally because I did not speak directly to his face, but at the heart uniform bursting that danced currently in front of my nose.

She reddened again.

With a half to smile, she resumed his position at the end of my bed ae"repairing its eyes on my hard one on flagrant and continued his "Shows".

"To imagine itself ThataeŚ"

Marisol supported its elbows to the foot of my bed and held his face in its hands. The posture does to appear instantly "peek-has-boo, skin-n one-sneek" the breast fantasies in my head (the two)!

In no other position that I would have inaugurated "the full body, the hand-to-it boils/CQB of bust (the close quarter fight)," but kept to examine my pity angel, savoring visually his young beauty and stretched, nevertheless copious, the body.

After looking at its full lips and face of angel, I wondered if she liked big popsickles?

Then I continued my history of the first time that I suffered from "Priapism," a non contained erection that becomes often a medical urgencyaeŚ

aeŚTo approve, there I was, failing savagely the air. My principal parachute had worked poorly and all my attempts to correct the proved futile. I lost the altitude by the second and now it it was the time to use the last station: The reserve parachute.

The reserve glissia¨re was considered the last station for some reasons. First, the it was a lot smaller than the principal glissia¨re; and deuxia¨mement, the reserve glissia¨re for this configuration of Infantry of special Army was reach on the stomach. It was called "the stomach pile," because the remainder of the engrenage of the soldier were carried to the under pile of principal parachute on the back of the soldier. Localized to the small one back and to spread down below the passed the buttocks, this additional engrenage carried under the principal glissia¨re was called it "the end pile".

Of this manner, be saying, the soldier was balanced a little in the distribution of weight of his engrenage. Nevertheless, especially with a deployed one (opened) the end pile (and his accompanied, the cord connected, extracted the engrenage), the vertical posture, preferred and normal was almost impossible to maintain.

I must throw the principal glissia¨re through its harness clips (specialized buckles with a process of two steps to separate the shoulder harness girths risers of principal parachute).

The true turn timed. Ideally, the two buckles are simultaneously to be opened.

The bad new one for me.

I could not open the two buckles together because I oscillated savagely by the air. The parachute baldachin had above me the air of a bag of towards, while I felt as the principal attraction to a public hanging, flapping around by a riser.

This meant that I could attain only a buckle. The other riser was moved away above the first one, tangled among the lines of linceul and the beginning of the skirt of baldachin.

The buckle more removed had first is opened. If I opened the buckle more close, I would have must fight with a taught riser and a buckle buried under stretched equipment. (The this would be as to try to obtain to a sunk piece in a fist a lot of knots of stretched lace).

Do one passed high force and climbs the exposed buckle, I remove a linceul-lignes mass with my linceul-ligne coupeur hung, found the buckle buried, and relaxed. Immediately my body supposed a left "during by an arm" the position. To bounce it repositionner was felt from beginning to end the left side of my body. Not a lot the pain (probably because of the adrenaline). My left hand, my arm, and my shoulder felt deadened and clumsy. I tried to re-range my coupeur hung linceul-ligne, maisaeŚmais, it was gone! I must have lost my grip over when the first shock bounced my body.

"To imagine itself ThataeŚ"

Oh well, if I survive this, I guess I will have the jar-of-wine another person of Equipment of Survival for another coupeur. (I was not the better one to disinfect my actions. I lost or forgot the engrenage often - a bad habit that harshly would influence my life later on. Again, another history for the later consumption).

To bribe a more Sea classified bottom in the store of Equipment of Survival was a lot easier one than to fill the mountain of administrative work demanded while retrieving lacking the engrenage for the replacement.

Then I relaxed the second (last) the buckle, in a manner accelerated spectacular descendant, and saw the tangled disorder of the assembly of parachute, the linceul-lignes, and the fly of equipment of principal baldachin far of me as a prey bird relaxing a mouse that was too small to eat.

I put an arm and rolled out to my back (doing facing the sky) and supposed a "the free inverse fall position," that is, instead of the free normal fall position (the face towards the eagle of Earth and broadcasting), I looked at now more as a dead cockroach.

Ironically, by all this, I smiled while I rolled.

I always liked to maneuver during the free fall. It intoxicates and called "the relative work". It feels really as swim you by the air. The this is as to do gymnastics in a noisy one, the river of raging. For example, if you done an elevator of stiff leg to the legs and doubles, your body is put in an inverse somersault. If you sink an arm or a leg further of the body, you turn in this direction. A birthday I did a quantity irredligieuse of jumps and am gone to sleep this exhausted, happy night, and dreaming to be the Surhomme.

The supin, I claimed to be a badminton birdy.

And in the seconds, my free fall was checked.

Attain to my stomach pile (the reserve parachute), I found the force ring, and prepared to pull. In the one, the symmetrical movement I pulled the ring with a hand and removed my arm (am moved the arm far of my body) while imitating simultaneously it same movement with the other arm.

It seemed of I did the first half of a pirouette of the dancer of ballet. The reason for this was the aerodynamic symmetry. If I did not copy the arm movement pulling, there was a chance that I can turn on my stomach again ae" not a good thing with a "the stomach pile" the reserve organization.

Eprouver "the temporal deformation," I saw the reserve flap pull open in the itself s-l one-o-w one m-o-t-i-o-n . A small glissia¨re of drug peeked pile and began extracting the equipment remainder. It all surrealist semblance, as I slipped the face down below on a fall of "silk" gigantic synthetic in the sky.

(My spirit flashed to the briefing before this jump. Almost as a premonition, I asked the RP [Rigger of Parachute] which were the procedures for a glissia¨re of poorly worked reserve.

With a devilish mouse, it said, "To Do a Michael Jackson".

"A which"? I asked.

"To beat it! To beat it! To beat it"! it laughed all bottom.

"To imagine itself ThataeŚ")

Then the wall of silk in disappeared movement and all that a sudden linceul-lignes pulled taught and slapped me in the face.

Despite being a smaller glissia¨re, the combination of my Asian comparatively light framework and no additional weight of the Engrenage of Infantry did the parachute of reserve shock first to turn me in the powerless victim of a T.V. Wrestler. I obtained the infamous one "of return the concasseur" the maneuver.

Big.

Earlier, the first first shock of the principal now defunct glissia¨re did me me to feel as I was split in the half (entrecuisse in top); and now the God tried to bend me in the half behind - as I was some stick of chemlight that necessary to be activated!

Oh well, at least my day obtained a little better.

I was now under a parachute a lot of reserve, oscillating as an evacuated by aerial bridge the cash register of cargo.

- Meditating my PLF -

The next challenge on my verification list was the try to do a decent PLF (the Parachute Landing the Fall). The goal of the PLF was to distribute landing impact through the entire body, therefore; reducing theoretically the chances of injury.

But my experiences showed me during the years that even THE PLF more PERFECT can have for result of the trampled ankles, the legs broken, the broken collarbones (the collar bones), the broken hips, the undone shoulders, etc.

The Procedures of Landing and exemplary PLF are as follows:

1. to maneuver (the bovine one) in the wind, therefore the falls of glissia¨re behind you. This easily is done during the formation jumps. A duty only the east itself in the opposed directions of the wind as indicated by a windsock (on the earth) or a boat flag (on water). Just to think "the blow of poignard you with the windsock or the flag" and you enter into the wind. But during the true missions, the one had the other usages indices (for example, the sheep on the waves, oscillating branches of trees, etc.).
2. to keep your eyes to the horizon ae" does not look at down below. Look at does down below the sweater inexactly foresees the impact of ground because of the illusion of "the ground haste". It compromises also the necessary vertical posture to execute a good PLF.
3. the increase hands on your head, your comprehension, and hold the parachute risers through the PLF. This minimizes injuries to the shoulders, the arms, and the hands while preventing the chance of "beats the air" injuries - if you never banged your orteil, replace your orteil with an arm and you know that I mean.
4. the orteils of not at all descending and bends lightly the knees.
5. renter the head (the chin to the chest).
6. on impact, immediately to allow the body to roll latedralment to any side that the momentum, the wind, and the land moves your body.
7. to spread your impact force on the following parties of the body: The foot bullets, the calf, the thigh side, the buttock, the side of return, the back shoulder.

When executed correctly, the body should fall naturally and should roll; finishing by in a position of meeting and opposite your parachute.

But instead of vertical, I put behind to an angle of 45 degrees. The reserve glissia¨re attached to my stomach and to the absence of weight of pile of end forced me to keep the more as possible by pulling continually on my risers.

I felt as I was sunk to the half representative on a lat-force a down below machines in the gymnasium series with a battery a lot of weight.

Oh well, the horizon was in the full view. I would have just marks it does.

- Ouch, that is the injury of gotae™ta! -

If you saw the manner that I landed, you probably would quiver with the empathy.

As the fans to a game of American soccer that observes a notably mean success (equipment), you probably would say that the familiar American cliched: "Ouch, that is the injury of gotae™ta"!

Instead of the foot bullets, the calves, the square courses, overabundances, lats, delts, and the roll; my heels hit first.

Came then incorrect impact of ground on my coccyx (the end bone).

The next assault was at the back of my head (thank you God, my helmet of Protech did not break).

I tried to be held me, but did it only to my knees. All was a turn, the fuzzy spot. I was not sure if my glissia¨re was in front of me or behind me.

My question punctually was replied. The it was in front of me.

How do have-t I known?

It re-gonfled and began leading me, the first head, alongside the earth, grass, and the boulders of the zone of decrease!

Big blow! A lens of my cuts of glasses. Now the un-moitied of my limited vision seemed of a canvas of muddy spider. Timid to enter in plastic of chards in my eye, I close eyes and tore the glasses of my face.

The big big blow blow it big blow! The side of my helmet kept to rebound the unequal ground.

(Another flurry of wind).

I tried to raise my head.

Bad idea.

The changed wind in the second engrenage and the glissia¨re began leading me quicker.

The linceul-lignes that had packed themselves around my helmet and the neck forced my return head down below in the earth boulder scattered.

Big, now I hollow a trench with my face.

"To imagine itself ThataeŚ"

(Continued in "to imagine itself ThataeŚ[4]ae)

Your friend in this Fearless Trip called Life,

Carl "Jesus Christ". Pantejo
Pantejo@ynvurcepublishing. the com

Cobra gold, Thailand, Sexy, Filipina, PT, physical training, Corpsman, Medical, the Lawn, the sex of tantric, the parachute, reserve the glissia¨re, PLF.

The other items by the author:

"To imagine itself ThataeŚ(1) - THE Asian Angel of Pity and of Assassins".

"To imagine itself ThataeŚ(2) - HDIP of Salary of Encouragement of Hazardous Duty: Do not import what for a Buck"?

"Alternate notions of Life, a Different Way, an items (1) ae" (7).ae (This is a collection continues items that set up themselves on the oneself improvement, the success, and the happiness).

"Tests of 'The Flow' the collection, the items (1) ae" (23).ae (This is another collection continues items of love, the romance, the relations of Asian/of THE WEST, the relation analysis, and more).

"How To Dare IT! Of Despair that I Learned To Forgive"

"That to recall You Etes"!

"The need To Heal Your Heart Broken? Read on. Overcome Tearing and Learn the Misleading Secret of Happiness".

"Simple (and Inestimable) the Lesson of Life of the Mentor of Prosperity of the more of Influential one in My Life - My Father"

And a lot more!

(By Carl "Jesus Christ". Pantejo and published Wide Internet, the word reserves: [the item title] or "Carl Pantejo")