SAPOS PARATROOPERS
Some days we do not fly we must address corresponding to the bottom of the control tower of the air base in Morse code classes led by an experienced sergeant. It was a small windowless room with desks supplied with headphones and a Morse key to transmit. The instructor could conduct a separate signal to each student's headset or through a loudspeaker. So it was possible to send a signal to the instructor when necessary. It was the most boring class and slept there pretending to be listening or practicing Morse holding our heads with their hands and elbows on the desk without any problems.
Next the class had a ladder to climb the control tower and below that level ever accumulated water that attracted the local population of frogs. A day of supreme boredom I decided to entertain my mates up at the top of the control tower which was about thirty meters high and threw a frog with a parachute made with my white scarf tying the four corners with wire and with these the poor animal below his front legs so that their hind legs looking like a human hanging under parachutist floating gently until the soil. I never thought I had just invented the sport parachuting for frogs! And at the same time a great entertainment for the dozen drivers Morse and tired of criticizing fellow landings and takeoffs of flying in the PT-19.
The thing took off immediately when I invented the "toad copilot." In my hour flight took my frog with his parachute unit in one of my pockets in the calf and when we finished the class SolTab toads in the pond and the next class chose other. Some frogs probably had already made many parachute jumps from the tower and accumulated twenty or more hours of flight.
Then came the great change for the poor toads jump when some of my colleagues who flew with toads returned without them. Decided to launch into space when they flew over the convent of nuns, to the misfortune of them was below our final approach to the runway at a height of about fifty yards. Another variation on skydiving
"sapista" were the vertical strokes we did from the top of the control tower. We got together about four or five cadets and were launching at the same time each toad with a number written on a paper on the back of the frog. Earned to land first, of course gordotones toads were more popular because of their weight.
horrors We had fun and laughed like children because we were still Most of the cadets in the first year we had between eighteen and twenty years old. But the fun does not last long.
One day he appeared at the entrance to the school a nun with a basket full of toads with even white parachute post, complaining of the wickedness and disregard of the pilots of the school that dropped on the monastery scaring good sisters. Training course in the order of the day we caught a basket on the floor next to the captain of the guard. Since we were formed in ranks could not talk so we looked at each other with the face of questions and some fools thought they were going to give something. We put a face with horror when The officer took the basket one by one the frogs with the handkerchief handkerchiefs and every individual number was stamped our school. The rest of the cadets who were not pilots began to laugh until the captain called out - the whole world laugh! - And more than three hundred cadets and officers released huge, noisy and we laugh with their tails between their legs because knew what was coming. Then the captain ordered that when mentioning the number of each tissue, for the cadet to take a step forward. We were told that we were anything but pretty. We had to pay our insensitive fun with a Saturday night without leaving the school ... and this if it was a painful punishment. Of course our group of fun with "toads parachute" and "toads navigators" was dissolved, well, until next Monday when my friends asked me - Cadet Conti ... Do you have any other ideas to entertain? -
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