The Last Jump

They were running a low-level night jump in 36-knot winds, Larry Swenson’s last. Once the mission was done, he would leave the Army and take a long road trip, settling into whichever town along the way felt right to him. Maybe he would go back to school. Maybe he wouldn’t. He didn’t know for sure, and he didn’t really care. He just wanted to own his life again. Everyone had already

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