The Last Enemy To Be Destroyed Is Death

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                                "Who Dares Wins"

A young boy, hair thin and jet black was sat in an enclosed cylinder surrounded by others, all dressed in MTP's. His worn face stared longingly out of the metallic oak window.

Engines whirred in the background as the propellers beat the air cutting through it like a knife through butter.

A voice echoed through the surroundings. "We are one minute from the drop zone, be ready." They were on their way to Hereford for basic training after being selected to join the SAS previously being in the Marines.

The group stood making their way towards the back of the plane and stood in two ederle rows, four on each side. Beside the boy whom was called James were six other men equal in building and one girl slightly shorter then the rest but clearly not one to underestimate. As a mater of fact for what James was aware she was the first women in the history of the British special forces. The door began to open clinking to a stop and the light overhead when from scarlet to a brilliant green.

Almost synchronised they all ran to the edge and leaped into the cold air being consumed by darkness. James winced trying to make out the seven other figures through the darkness and began to glide towards what looked like the girl holding his position beside her. He glanced down to the small computer on wrist reading the figures on the digitalised screen. They were 9400ft in the air and dropping fast.

"Anyone have eyes on the touchdown zone?" James asked curiously. "Not sure." A male voice replied " but if we pull are chutes at 4000 feet we'll have plenty of search time." The others agreed and James continued to watch the altitude slowly tick down.

As the altitude hit 4000 he reached back and pulled the chord and the parachute shot out of the bag and to his horror James began to spin.

James looked up at his chute to see the tangled mess of ropes and material all wrapped up in a tight ball. Instantly the boy began to tug and pull at the knotted mess above him. 3000ft. He began to panic looking around frantically into the darkness groping at the ropes above him. 2000ft. He began to roll, the parachute tossing him through the air. 1000ft. 900, 800, 700, 600. He cut the chute watching it glide off into nothingness and he reached for the reserve. 500. he pulled it watching as it unfolded in the air. He hit the floor, hard.