I used to kiss the Bridle Loop or Rip Cord (whichever was appropriate) of each and every parachute that successfully opened above me and briefly thanked no one in particular. Yet I relied solely on my training in the few times that they did not properly open and cursed a little afterwards. Just a tad enigmatic.
I was raised as a somewhat confused Catholic (mother) / Lutheran (father) but for a long time I my dog tags stated "Zen Buddhist" for religious preference, though that was more of a final act of defiance. If necessary I wanted the military to either get the Dahli Lama to me in my last moments or minimally make the chaplain think a little about what he was to say over me.
By the way, if your stated intent is to "train for SF and make it to an
A-team and you think that "working 50 hours per week and doing PT 5 days per week is difficult, you are in for one hell of a surprise.

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