geez, I like Kerry's advice better than Jack's. IF I think the chute really isn't going to open and I can't glom onto someone else, or open a reserve chute, (or take time to revise my will or blame someone) I think I'd go for the beautiful dive and enjoy the ride down. No curling up in a ball, where's the fun/view in that? Plus I read somewhere that a woman actually survived, in a meaningful way (as in, she can do more than drink from a cup now) I mean, by falling into a huge pile of hay/manure...hey, whatever works.
When I was in the Army during the first Gulf War, I used to think if worse came to worse, 1) I did not want to be maimed or disfigured--priorities gentlemen, priorities...AND 2) I didn't want to die a wimpy death...better to go down in flames and take a few wackos with me, then whine in the corner til death arrives. I'll see how that applies to this...
Oh, wait, what are we talking about? Oh that's right, me. Sorry FIB...back to you...
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