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Over-Oranges.
While in the 7th in 1974 we had winter training at Ft. Greely, Alaska. The final pjhase was to be a one week trek across the frozen tundra to "blow up" the Alyaska Pipeline.
We inserted by parachute from a Chinook. It was -40 deg in the AO and we dressed accordingly, plus rucksacks, weapons and skis. When inserting troops the crew of the aircraft are to maintain a temperature below 32 deg. This crew didn't do so. I don't know what the temp was but the crew wasn't wearing much more than their flight suits.
Since it was to be the last "decent" meal for a week we chowed down copious amounts of SOS, and whatever else was available. We were on triple rations. I also had copious amounts of orange juice. When we boarded the shithook it was unbearably hot for us who were dressed for minus forty degrees. In addition my breakfast started reacting with the libations of the previous night. We asked the crew chief to turn down the heat and he just grinned. Well, finally, about ten minutes out from the DZ my stomach had had enough. I knew I was going to barf so instead of using a barf bag I saw and used the tray from the crew chief's tool box -- he, he, he.. I wasn't the only one and I hope the stench and mess got to the crew. My overwhites ended up over-oranges from the orange juice.
BTW: We jumped German Nord Atlases while in Germany. We also jumped Wellingtons while in Scotland with the SAS. You exit through a hatch in the floor.
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