 Circa 2009 I jumped off a helicopter on a hilltop feature somewhere in Afghanistan. I was weighed down by heaps of gear. I was met on that feature by a few characters carrying what appeared to be a small backpack each, which they proceeded to nimbly throw into the back of the departing aircraft. We were smiling, covered by some fine dust that would likely cake us for the next 6 or more weeks. I looked up and said, “high speed, low drag”.
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