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Strapped Below Water
Being strapped to a chair underwater is not something the average person looks forward to. It was part of my military water survival training. The Water Survival School is located in Pensacola, FL. The humidity of this place is the worst I had ever felt; just standing outside in the open air will cause your pores to open up, and your sweat glands to start tearing. The smell of ocean in the morning mist wraps around your body and there is no escaping it; it is just disgusting. Marching in formation with twenty stinky men for one mile is just the start of the day.

Once we got the water survival training building, we suited up into our flight gear. We donned baggy green or desert yellow color flight suits that were hung out to dry from the day before. Heavy, old, leather brown boots sat below; slightly whitened by the amount of chlorine they had been exposed to over the years. On top, sat a collection of white flight-crew military helmets in a variety of sizes. And to the left, a wall full of green cotton gloves with a few missing tips on the fingers.

As the last person finished to don their gear, we were all instructed to jump into the twelve feet deep pool. As we tread water, an array of negative thoughts filled my mind "What am I really doing here? This is not fun anymore! I want to get out of here!" After ten stagnant minutes, a one-blast whistle sounded, revealing the half way mark of the exhausting exercise. At this point I'm starting to get tired, my legs are giving out and I slowly start going under water. I decided to try harder and commit myself to stay afloat. The next whistle blast blows, followed by a loud "Out of the pool ladies," as if he did not care we were all men.

Once out of the pool, we were instructed to line up in front of the "Helo Dunker." It is this gutted-out helicopter without propellers or the tail blade attached to it. So basically, it is just the cabin and cockpit of a helicopter. The point of this exercise was to practice an escape after a helicopter had crashed on the water. We loaded six at a time into the "Dunker." I sat in the cockpit with someone else and the other four went back in the cabin. As we were lifted, I felt my legs shake and my heart beat raise. At that point, I was slightly scared of what was going to happen after they dropped us into the water.

As we were dropped into the water, the helicopter quickly fills up with it. The helicopter being top-heavy caused itself to go upside down. Once upside down underwater, we had to wait a minimum of three seconds to attempt our escape. Being upside down caused water to rush into my nose and gave me that tingling feeling as if water was going up to my brain. After I unbuckled the five-point harness, I just fell into the cockpit completely disoriented. It was finally time to push out the window and swim out. As I reached the surface, I said to myself, "This is not so bad after all." The entire escape took us around fifteen to twenty seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

That was one of the most exciting experiences of my entire life. But after four more times of doing it; three of those times blindfolded, I was ready for the day to be over.