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...Paratrooper, jammed among his equipment-laden buddies, drifts into and out of sleep. Twenty minutes from the drop zone, the final commands begin. Then he is out the door and into the clear sky, counting aloud, "One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand." His chute is snatched open by the rushing air, and he drifts toward the ground...
Scholondorff is best at Oskar's birth, a womb-view of human re-entry. We stare with Oskar out of his mother's heaving port-hole, hurtle down the bloody, mucus-filled chute, and then, too soon, out the door into the glaring bulb-light of modern German, Western Middle-class civilization. "When little Oskar is three, he will have a toy drum," says Mama and his umbilical cord...
...legs, arching and throwing his head back yelling, "ARCHTHOUSAND, TWO THOUSAND, THREE THOUSAND, FOUR THOUSAND, FIVE THOUSAND, SIX THOUSAND, LOOK" he looks to his left heel. "LOOK." He looks to a release on his right pelvis, "PULL". He pulls the release. "PUNCH." He punches open the imaginary auxillary chute: the litany for a jumper after exiting the plane. If the main chute doesn't open after a count of six-thousand, you must pull the reserve. After 17 seconds, he tells us, you may as well forget your reserve--skydiving becomes a "contact sport...
...boulders and a shady riverside of pine and walnut and warm banks of fern. Where morning sun lights the red leaves and the dark still conifers, the river sparkles in the forest shad ow; turquoise and white, it thunders past spray-shined boulders, foaming pools, in a long rocky chute of broken rapids. In the cold breath of the torrent, the dry air is softened by mist; this water trickled through the snow under last night's stars. At the head of the waterfall, downstream, its sparkle leaps into the air, leaps at the sun, and sunrays are tumbled...
...warship docked at the base thus becomes a kind of factory where a sailor puts in a day's work and then leaves, just like any civilian worker. Single enlisted men often head for the Scuttle Butt, a lively disco bearing no resemblance to the "slop chute" E.M. clubs that former Navy men knew. The new informality is striking. According to some officers, today's sailor does not always say "Yes, sir," but may just as frequently say "Yeah," and then add, "Have a nice...