Skip to comments.Blood upon the Risers
Posted on 12/31/2010 5:48:24 PM PST by Germanicus Cretorian
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright. He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight. He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar. You ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus: Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die. Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die. Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die. He ain't gonna jump no more.
"Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant looking up. Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up. He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked. And he ain't gonna jump no more.
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock. He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop. The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs. And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome. Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones. The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground. And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind. He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind. He thought about the medicos and wondered what they'd find. And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild. The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled. For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed And he ain't gonna jump no more.
He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high. His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die." He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore. And he ain't gonna jump no more.
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute. Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit. He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots. And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Only two things fall out of the sky.
and you posted this crap...WHY?
There’s only one thing a “LEG” is good for... and it takes two of ‘em to accomplish that!
So, one weekend he pulled duty of some sort and he jumped out a plane ~ just to practice ~ it's like if you don't use it then it falls off and who wants that.
Guy broke both ankles. Splinters in his shins ~ from the inside.
It was like he died from then on out. He didn't limp because both legs were screwy in the same way ~ so he could still look good in his uniform.
But it really was like your ditty has it ~ he ain't gonna' jump no more.
“and you posted this crap...WHY?”
“im a 16 year old sophomore”
Because Airborne School is the gateway to an embiggened Army experience, so as to make it cromulent, is why.
ABN CL 44-87 Co B.
Happy New Year!
I grew up near Fort Bragg, home of the 82nd Airborne. Those guys used to sing “Blood Upon The Risers” to their mothers on Mother’s Day.
My son’s reserve chute wrapped around his ankle but he did jump again. After a short stint recovering.
This is an official song of the Airborne. The 82nd Airborne Choir actually sings the song.
Click on the link the poster gave on youtube.
Perhaps because many of us do not know it as crap, but as a great airborne song that we all know by heart. Those who think it crap cannot begin to understand why we like it.
(504th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 508th Parachute Infantry Regiment)
It is a common word down our way.
Well, up our way, we are generally not familiar with this word ... care to define for the rest of us? lol!