We dove from about 12 feet into a natural pool beneath a man made dam. The danger was you had to dive between two rocks that were only 3 feet apart.
I kept hearing the jump masters would push you out the first time. So when I got to the door I paused, waiting for a push that never came. Then the muscle memory took over and before I even had time to panic, it was 1 1 thousand, 2 1 thousand, 3 1 thousand, 4 1 thousand. Boom! Check canopy and gain canopy control... I was halfway to the ground before I realized I'd just jumped out of an airplane. On purpose.
They never “kicked” us out the door when I went through training in the 80’s. Not saying that they never did it, though. I would imagine that it was something that was done in combat decades ago.
Scored some weed in a crackhouse in an extremely dodgy neighbourhood in an extremely dodgy town (Dangriga) in an extremely poor country (Belize) Female friend was desparate and was going to go off with a very dodgy local to satisfy her craving. I insisted that I go in her place. Very, very nervy time but kept my cool ( showed no fear but wished I was packing an Uzi.) Scored, didnt get ripped off and got out of there alive but the open hostility towards me was palpable.