Then this is it. We've made it through hostile airspace. We've lined up, hooked up and checked one anothers static lines. We're over the SFOR dropzone at last. Our pilot, Mark, just turned on the green light. The jump master is now yelling "Go! Go! Go!" You're at the doorway of the C-47 now. You know the basher/MM battlefield awaits below. You jump out into the nothingness confident in your golden parachute of SFOR shares and fellow longs. GLTA! Airborne!