In 1966 I was a Army demolition specialist assigned to a combat engineer company. We were flying in a C-130 from Anchorage, Alaska to Bethel, Alaska to blow a large ice jam there to prevent Bethel from being flooded.
On board was my entire demolition squad and over 2,000 pounds of high explosives. While flying over the mountain range, the crew chief kept coming back to our area and looking out the side windows towards the wings and would go forward to talk to the pilot. After the third time of doing this, I asked what was up. He replied the wings were icing up and if it gets severe enough we would be going down.
A little later he came back in to our area and looked out the windows again. I noticed now that he was wearing his parachute and he yelled at us to get our chutes on ASAP. while putting on the chutes he yelled his final instructions. "If I yell for you to jump, do not say Huh as you will be talking to my backside as I go out the door".
We were lucky and did not have to jump and landed in Bethel Alaska and blew that darn pesky ice jam. I dislike flying to this day and the darn airlines do not even give you a parachute.
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