parachute cords

And when it comes to falling for you
 it is not a brisk and graceful fall. 
It is not into the soft grass that I was already standing in, 
it’s like being pushed off the empire state building, 
no parachutes, 
no bungee cords, just a straight drop
. And for some reason 
gravity has an extra strong pull today
 this building only has so many floors 
and I can only fall for so long 
you’re either going to catch me 
or watch me crash.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1266 // j.s. // when it comes to falling for you 

There’s no arguing that there are a number of secrets within the American Army. One such disturbing secret is what happened to Billy Ray Hardgrove and Michael Carmichael.

After serving in the Gulf War, Hardgrove recommended his platoon for a medal. This recommendation was declined, however Hardgrove forced the signatures of his superiors. This deed was uncovered and he was charged with forgery. While awaiting court-martial, a soldier arrived at his door and told him that he was required to come along to a training exercise. He was never seen alive again. His body was soon discovered swaying from a tree - the Army claimed he committed suicide.

Hardgrove’s family and fellow soldier, Michael Carmichael, refused to believe that he had ended his own life and began their own investigation in an attempt to discover what had really occurred. Just a few months later, Carmichael too was discovered hanging from his own locker by a parachute cord. He too had allegedly committed suicide - at least that’s what the Army claimed.

The family of both young men believe that something sinister had taken place and had then been covered up by the Army.

and when it comes to falling for you it’s not a brisk and graceful fall it’s not into the soft grass that i was already standing in it’s like being pushed off the empire state building no parachutes no bungee cords just a straight drop and for some reason gravity has an extra strong pull today this building only has so many floors and i can only fall for so long you’re either going to catch me or watch me crash
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1282 // j.s // when it comes to falling for you 
Don't bother the Italian guy.

Just thought I would share a story related to me by my grandfather.

Back in ‘the war’ my grandpa was in the navy. He was a fairly skinny guy, but obscenely tough. Being of Italian heritage, he received 'more than his fair share of shit’ from his shipmates. Being as Italy was not exactly on the best of terms with the US back in WWII, I can only imagine the corn-fed 'muricans on his ship were pretty much dick to him.

He could have easily brawled and come out on top, but that wasn’t his style. He was a gentleman, and (apparently) always gave people the benefit of the doubt and allowed opportunities to change their own minds.

One job of his on ship was packing (and re-packing, I assume) parachutes.

Quick sidebar here: when you were going to be jumping out of a plane, be it for a combat mission or training, you used the chute you are issued. No exceptions. None. You are given a parachute and that’s what you used.

Anywho… my grandpa would occasionally play with the chutes of people who made his life hell. Not that they were in any way unsafe, just playing with people’s heads.

What he would do is leave a few scraps of tattered parachute cloth or suspension cord hanging out of the packed chute. When he was issuing the chutes to the d*ckheads, and someone noticed stuff sticking out, he would just go 'ok, no problem and cut off the offending material and hand it back to the guy (he cut off the junk he had added, the chutes were still perfectly packed).

These a**holes would have to spend the next few hours knowing that heir chutes had been tampered with and that they were jumping to their deaths (obviously they werent, but the didn’t know it until they pulled the cord and their chute worked perfectly).

People stopped being d*cks to him and just left him alone after he taught a few people their lesson.

My grandpa is a smart old guy.

Trump Survival Tip #4: The Bug-Out Bag

Well, Nate Silver is giving Trump 57% odds of winning in November. Whatever you think of that prediction (whether it’s too early or too subject to change), it never hurts to make some preparations if you can. Even if Trump doesn’t get us nuked, or start a Gestapo, there’s still a number of situations in which a bug-out bag might be useful.

The bug-out bag, or 72-hour-bag, is a bag of prepared supplies and equipment intended to help the carrier survive through an emergency in the short-term. It may often include items useful long past seventy-two hours–indeed, mine includes almost nothing but. Some items are on the expensive side (a Geiger counter, for example, can run you up a few hundred bucks), but many are relatively cheap, and indeed may be a worthwhile purchase even before an apocalypse. Remember: you can only prepare BEFORE the bomb drops.

The bag itself is not the only level of preparation. I’ve found it helpful to categorize my equipment based on three “layers” of preparedness and carry: the pocket layer, backpack layer, and car bag layer. This will help organize not just by importance and immediacy, but by what you can carry versus what can be left behind.

The pocket layer, sometimes referred to as “Every Day Carry”, is the list of items you cannot survive without and that you can carry easily on your person. They are the items available to you with zero warning time, because they’re already in your pockets. A smartphone, wallet with cash, lockpick set, knife (or knives), key ring, and (depending on local laws and your level of comfort) a concealed-carry firearm will fall within this layer. All of these items are useful or necessary in the immediate short-term, and should not be “done without”.

The backpack layer can also fall under “every day carry”, especially if you are a student or office worker. These are the items you can’t fit on your person, but can carry in a small backpack or briefcase. This is a highly versatile set, but I always carry a laptop, chargers and an external phone battery, a pocket reference book, a pair of gloves and a shemagh, a small first-aid kit, a notepad, a roll of tape, some parachute cord, and my Epipen. If you want, this can be expanded to include a flashlight or glowsticks, maps and compass, a dust mask, binoculars, snare wire, condoms and Maxi pads, or similar small items.

Finally is the car bag. This is stuff that you can really only carry around in a car or truck, stuff that would be impractical to schlep around on foot. This would include tool kits, entrenching tools, sleeping bag, survival rations, long guns, ammunition, clothing and tactical wear, flares, a personal-hygiene or shaving kit, a camping cook set, a large trauma kit, and stocks of water and fuel. This should be kept in a duffel bag, in the trunk of your car or near the entrance to a home fallout shelter, able to be moved on foot a short distance to shelter for longer-term survival.

If you want a “starter kit” as to what you might find useful, take a look at my Amazon wishlist, which is pretty much entirely survival equipment at this point. Of course, this is by no means an exhaustive list; there’s plenty of things that aren’t on that list because they can be more easily gathered elsewhere (like a hygiene kit) or because I already own them (like a sleeping bag). I’ll post my own kit later.

On the Steps of the Tower - Part 5 (Steve Rogers x Reader)


A/N: In which the reader is a little shit and has fun with stickers. Also I feel like this is slowly not becoming a drabble series but hopefully I can reign it in next chapter lol. Also let’s pretend Civil War didn’t happen in this~

Word Count: 1337 (lol. edit: finally have internet again so they’re all properly fixed up now lol)

Warnings: one swear word again and mentions of scarring

Originally posted by onebuttscratcher

Time slowed to a stuttering crawl around you as soon as you burst through the vent into the bank. Situations like this were best dealt with all at once rather than in fits and starts. It kept the most amount of people from getting hurt. Blinking was for people who actually deserved a fight.

There were three guys decked out in tactical gear, machine guns raised toward the ceiling as they yelled orders to the patrons still inside the bank. Half of the people were in the middle of dropping to the ground while others were desperately trying to scramble out of the building. You jogged past a few frantic almost-hostages to the guy on top of the counter yelling at the bank tellers. The poor woman was in the middle of stuffing thousands of dollars into a duffel bag provided by the would-be crooks.

You knocked the guy down onto the ground with a heavy thud then got to work on his buddies. You disarmed all of them, emptying the clips of their guns and turning the safeties back on. Those got placed in a neat pile on the counter to be collected later by the police. You quickly gathered up their bodies in a circle, making sure they were back to back for the next bit.

The thing you loved about tac-suits was the sheer amount of buckles and snaps to keep things together. You took a few borrowed minutes painstakingly attaching all of their buckles to the person next to them and vice versa. Then you pulled the thin parachute cord and zip ties from your pack. The cord was lightweight but super strong so it was great for keeping in your pack. You wrapped it around them a few times, taking the time to tie a pretty bow. You bound their wrists together with zip ties then carefully pulled up all of their ski masks so everyone would know their faces.

Eugh, gross. That last guy was not in good shape. All covered in burn scars and his face was like half melted or something.

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A day in my Thru-Hiker life

After spending 13 nights on the trail now, I’m starting to find my rhythm. It goes a little like this:

6am: I wake up. Not on purpose, of course, it’s just that I went to bed at “hiker midnight,” which right now is 9pm. Also I wake up because I’m cold. I’ll roll around for another hour and a half trying unsuccessfully to go back to sleep. Sleeping face up is not one of my talents, so I’ll lay on one side until my shoulder goes numb, then switch and repeat.

7:30: It’s light out now, and a little warmer, so I put my pillow on (my fleece) and get into my camp shoes (the soles of my boots tied to my feet with parachute cord).

Now that I’m moving, it’s time to pack up. First the sleeping bag and clothes go in a dry sack, then the tent, sleeping pad, food bag, and books follow it into the red 60 liter Osprey backpack I call my own. I’ll go to a spring and get two liters of water - one to drink before I set out, and one for the day. I treat it with a UV light saber.

9:00ish: I start walking. I’ll eat a homemade Larabar (thanks mom!) or two as I go. The morning is my favorite. I hike alone and I hike fast, usually 7 miles or so before stopping for lunch. This is where I have some of my best thinking.

12:00ish: Lunch time. Some days it’s cheese and salami, others an apple with peanut butter, and still others a couple of handfuls of trail mix. It’s odd, but I eat less out here than I did in my former desk-job life, despite the fact I’m burning 6,000 calories a day. When I go into town I gorge on everything in sight to make up for it.

I take my time with lunch because I don’t stop much before or after, sometimes reading and even taking my boots off. It’s around this time that I run into other hikers.

1:00ish: This is when I fall in step with other people. The people. Good, good people out here. Some are retired, some are going to school in the fall, and some just quit their jobs like me. The one on one conversations in the afternoon are deep, personal, and shockingly open.

3:00ish: By this time we’ve probably come to a mountain and I’ve left my company in the dust. Pushing hard up the climbs, without stopping to rest, is what I do best. It provides me with a sense of accomplishment that gives me great satisfaction, and makes it easy to sleep at night.

5:00: It’s quitting time for me. Some go til the sun goes down, but I like to make camp early and read a bit before dinner. I’ll set up my tent, roll out my pad and bag, and get my camp shoes on again. My invention, as described above, has earned me the trail name “Sole Power.”

6:00: Dinner is usually something out of a bag that just needs boiling water. My favorite, for now, is rice and beans with cheese, hot sauce, and if I still am carrying one, avocado. It’s one of my luxury items.

Dinner is social time, as all of the hikers at a shelter or campsite gather around a fire. After eating, the sun goes down and we watch “Hiker TV” together - eyes glazed over transfixed on the flickering flames. Sometimes some whiskey goes around, but not always.

We talk about our packs, the day’s climbs, people we’ve met, and the food we plan to get in the next town. There is a lot of talk about food.

9:00: Hiker midnight has arrived. We are exhausted and sometimes have a hard time even staying awake to see it. I may read some more, but usually not. It’s time to pee, brush my teeth, and try once again, to fall asleep facing up.

Wrong Side of the Law

A Supernatural + Criminal Minds Crossover

What would happen if season five-ish Sam and Dean ran into the BAU?

Words: 3300

Rating: General (Just violence)

You don’t need to be super familiar with Criminal Minds to enjoy this, but it would help.


“Give me one good reason that I shouldn’t end you right here,” Derek Morgan menaced, lip curling in disgust. He kept his gun trained on the nut in front of him, keeping a close eye out for the perp’s partner- it was well-documented that this guy didn’t work alone.

“Only one?” Dean smirked up at the man currently playing big, bad FBI agent. “Well, I could start with the fact that I didn’t do it. Or I could remind you that you’re a government agent, which means you aren’t allowed to shoot people.” He paused. “Or I could point out that my brother is behind you and-”

There was a thwack as Sam slammed the butt of his pistol against the agent’s head.

Dean shucked off the handcuffs, having picked his way out of them at least two minutes ago.

“Nice one, Sammy. Man, you really got him.” Dean nudged the fallen cop with his boot.

“Do you think we should leave him here?”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. It’ll be fine. Come on.”

Sam glanced back at the agent as he slid into the passenger seat of the big black car, which quickly rumbled away into the night.

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Japanese Holdout Timeline Masterpost

-September 2, 1945
Japan surrender aboard the USS Missouri in Tokyo Harbor. 
Officially ends the war in the Pacific and WWII.

-December 1, 1945 Guam
Captain Oba and about forty-six other members of his force surrendered to U.S. forces. These were the last organized hold-outs of the Japanese forces in Saipan. Captain Oba’s company of Japanese soldiers who held out after the Battle for Saipan hiding in the caves and jungles, carrying out occasional guerrilla actions against U.S. forces.

-January 25, 1946 Philippines
A Japanese unit of 120 men was routed after a battle in the mountains 150 miles south of Manila.

-February 1946 Philippines - on Lubang Island.
70 miles southwest of Maillia Bay a seven week campaign to clear the island was begun by the Filipino 341st and American 86th Division. Intense fighting developed on February 22, 1946 when troops encountered 30 Japanese. Eight Allied troops were killed, including 2 Filipinos. The Filipino and Americans sent for an additional 20,000 rounds of small arm ammunition, but not future battles occurred of this magnitude.

-March 1946 Guam
A Japanese band of unknown size attacked and killed a six man patrol on Guam on March 1946.

-August 1946 Navy Lieutenant Hideo Horiuchi volunteered as an Indonesian volunteer Army Lieutenant Colonel. Horiuchi was arrested by Dutch troops on August 13, 1946, while his wounds were being treated in a village after the battle with Dutch troops. 

-1946  Major Sei Igawa volunteered as a Viet Minh staff officer and commander. Igawa was killed in a battle with French troops in 1946.

-Early April 1947 Philippines - on Lubang Island. 
Forty-one members of the Japanese garrison come out of the jungle, unaware that the war had ended.

-End March - early April 1947 Peleliu Island - Band of 33 Japanese soldiers, commanded by Lt. Ei Yamaguchi renews fighting on the island by attacking a Marine patrol with hand grenades. At that time, only 150 Marines were stationed on the island, with 35 dependents. Reinforcement were called in to hunt down the hideouts. American patrols with a Japanese Admiral sent to convince the troops that the war was indeed over finally convinced the holdouts to come out peacefully. The band emerged from the jungle in two groups in late April, lead by Ei Yamaguchi who turned over his sword and unit’s battle flags.

-April 1947 Philippines - on Palawan Island. 
Seven Japanese troops armed with a mortar launcher emerged from the jungle.

-June 1947 Philippines
4,000 of the 114,000 troops in the Philippines as of August 1945 were still unaccounted for in mid 1946. Only 109 miles from the capital, Manila, were signs warning about armed Japanese soldiers still in the hills.

-October 27, 1947 Guadalcanal Island
The last Japanese soldier surrenders. belongings included a water bottle, a broken Australian bayonet and a Japanese entrenching tool.

-January 1948 Philippines - Mindinao Island 
200 well organized and disciplined troops finally gave themselves up on Mindinao.

-Late 1948 China
An estimated 10-20,000 well equipped Japanese troops were trapped in the mountains of Manchuria and did not surrender until late in 1948. They were caught in a no man’s land of civil war stuck between the warring Nationalist and Communist forces and were unable to surrender.

-January 6, 1949 Iwo Jima- Two Holdouts Found
Two former IJN soldiers, machine gunners, Matsudo Linsoki and Yamakage Kufuku (24) are discovered on the island and surrender peacefully.  They had been living under the shadow of American forces and stealing supplies.

-Major Takuo Ishii continued to fight as a Viet Minh adviser, staff officer and commander. He was killed in a battle with French troops on May 20, 1950.

-30 1951 Anatahan A group of stranded survivors of a Japanese vessel sunk by the American military found their way to the island of Anatahan, 75 nautical miles north of Saipan. The island’s coast line is precipitous with landing beaches on the northern and western shore and a small sandy beach on the southwest shore. It’s steep slopes are furrowed by deep gorges covered by high grass. This brooding cone jutting from the sea floor is a large, extinct volcano with two peaks and a grass covered flat field, the final resting place for a B-29 Superfortress that crashed upon returning from a bombing mission over Nagoya, Japan on January 3, 1945 killing the aircraft’s crew.

By 1951 the Japanese holdouts on the island refused to believe that the war was over and resisted every attempt by the Navy to remove them. This group was first discovered in February 1945, when several Chamorros from Saipan were sent to the island to recover the bodies of the Saipan based B-29, T square 42, from the 498th Bomb Group, 875th Squadron, 73rd Wing under the command of Richard Carlson Stickney, Jr. The Chamorros reported that there were about thirty Japanese survivors from three Japanese ships sunk in June 1944, one of which was an Okinawan woman.

Pamphlets had been dropped informing the holdouts that the war was over and that they should surrender, but these requests were ignored. They lived a sparse life, eating coconuts, taro, wild sugar cane, fish and lizards. They smoked crushed, dried papaya leaves wrapped in the leaves of bananas and made an intoxicating beverage known as “tuba”, (coconut wine). They lived in palm frond huts with woven floor matting of pandanus. Their life improved after the crash of the aircraft . They used metal from the B-29 to fashion crude implements such as pots, knives and roofing for their hut. The oxygen tanks were used to store water, clothing was made from nylon parachutes, the cords used for fishing line. The springs from machine guns were fashioned into fish hooks. Several in the group also had machine guns and pistols recovered from the aircraft.

Personal aggravations developed as a result of being too long in close association within a small group on a small island and also because of tuba drinking. The presence of only one woman, Kazuko Higa, caused great difficulty as well. Six of eleven deaths that occurred among the holdouts were the result of violence. One man displayed thirteen knife wounds. Ms. Higa would, from time to time, transfer her affections between at least four of the men after each mysteriously disappeared as a result of “being swallowed by the waves while fishing.” In July 1950, Ms. Higa went to the beach when an American vessel appeared off shore and asked to be removed from the island. She was taken to Saipan aboard the Miss Susie and, upon arrival, informed authorities that the men on the island did not believe the war was over.

  Meanwhile, officials of the Japanese government became interested in the situation on Anatahan and asked the Navy for information “concerning the doomed and living Robinson Crusoes who were living a primitive life on an uninhabited island”, and offered to send a ship to rescue them. The families of the Japanese holdouts on the island of Anatahan , were contacted in Japan and requested by the U. S. Navy to write letters advising them that the war was over and that they should surrender. In January 1951, a message from the Governor of Kanagawa Prefecture was delivered.

  The letters were dropped by air on June 26 and finally convinced the holdouts that they should give themselves up. Thus, six years after the end of World War II, “Operation Removal” got underway from Saipan under the Command of James B. Johnson, USNR, aboard the Navy Tug USS Cocopa. Lt. Commander James B. Johnson and Mr. Ken Akatani, an interpreter, went ashore by rubber boat and formally accepted the last surrender of World War II on the morning of June 30, 1951 which also coincided with the last day of the Naval Administration of the Trust Territory of the Pacific Islands.

-1953 Tinian
Japanese soldier Murata Susumu was captured in 1953. He was living in a small shack near a swamp since the war.

-November 1955 Seaman Noburo Kinoshita, after his capture from the Luzon jungle, hanged himself rather than “return to Japan in defeat.”

-1965 Vella Lavella Straggler
One Japanese straggler was located. Sited by a women in her garden, the Solomon’s Japanese ambassador flew to the island. Fliers were dropped saying the war was over, and he was returned home to Japan with full honors.

-January 1972 Guam
Shoichi Yokoi, was found along the Talofofo River. He brought back his army-issue rifle and said “I am sorry I did not serve his majesty to my satisfaction.” “We Japanese soldiers were told to prefer death to the disgrace of getting captured alive,”

-1973 Indonesia
Private Teruo Nakamura surrendered after 33 years hiding on a small island of Morotai.

-1974 Philippines -2nd Lt. Hiroo Onada Lubang Island - Probably the most ‘famous’ of the Japanese holdouts, Onoda was the only survivor of a group of four.  29 years after Japan’s formal surrender, and 15 years after being declared legally dead in Japan.

-December 1974 Private Teruo Nakamura, a Taiwan-born soldier (Amis: Attun Palalin) was discovered by the Indonesian Air Force on Morotai, and surrendered to a search patrol on December 18, 1974.

-April 1980 Philippines - Mindoro Island
Captain of the Japanese Imperial Army, Fumio Nakahira, held out until April 1980 before being discovered at Mt. Halcon.

-1989 Thailand - Two ex-Japanese Army soldiers: Kiyoaki Tanaka and Shigeyuki Hashimoto went onto fight with the Malaysian Communist Party (Malaysian Communist Party), in Southern Thailand. The two were part of a group of ex-Japanese Army soldiers and civilians fighting with the MPAJA.

(NOTE - Although fascinating, these two were not true hold-outs because they knew the war was over. Rather, they were former Japanese Army Soldiers who went on to fight with another faction and never returned home.)

-May 2005 Two Japanese Soldiers on Mindanao
A report in early May 2005 talked about two former Japanese Army soldiers found on Mindanao;
Reportedly, their names were Yoshio Yamakawa, 87, from Osaka, and Tsuzuki Nakauchi, 85.

since i’ve been getting requests for a part two to this very short blurb, thought i’d do it. you guys know me as being an unconventional writer. and i personally believe calum is not as romantic as some people make him out to be. he’s real, and not some kind of prince charming. he’s somewhat fucked up and obviously imperfect, so i try to make my writing about as real as possible. enjoy.

part 1

That’s what Calum Hood did.

He left.

He’s left everyone else before you too.

Because Calum Hood didn’t fall in love.

He didn’t believe in happily ever after, he didn’t believe in love at first sight, he didn’t believe in long term relationsips with hopes of marriage in the future.

He simply felt that the concept of love was a figment of the imagination and that it ruined you and weakened you more than helped you.

But me.

Well, I’m a hopeless romantic.

I did believe in 2nd dates, butterflies, and the sparkle held in someone’s eye when they found the one. And I hoped that Calum felt that way for me too.

After getting mass texts from my mutual friends and even sometimes the boys about Calum and how he didn’t seem like himself, i couldn’t handle the silence from his end, and decided to see him. They say he’s a little too happy with himself, they say he’s doing dangerous stuff with no regrets or fears.

When Calum Hood cuts off a girl, he usually lags around or stays quiet because of the guilt that traps him, from pushing away yet another. So for him to be running around taking shots at his own life, was out of the ordinary and, frankly, quite worrying.

Ashton told me he’d be out by a cliff by the ocean doing God knows what tonight, and i was rushing at 90 mph on the freeway to get to him.

As I approached the rising cliff I instantly jumped from the car and ran to Calum would was standing over the edge, wearing nothing about his grey hoodie and matching shorts. His hood was over his head, and arms spread out horizontally, as if he was about to take flight. I ran up to him and pulled him back by the back of his hoodie, and instantly slapped him. I didn’t do it intentionally, it felt like a reflex. Maybe I was trying to snap him out of his dark senses and make him come back to reality.

He didn’t even flinch, and didn’t dare look me. He was hiding something. Usually he’s so open and will blantently tell you how it is. He won’t care if it hurts you feelings or not, so if Calum truly didn’t want me here with him he’d tell me and not blink an eye. But he only softened at my presence, and I couldn’t help but search those heavy brown eyes for any source of the real Calum Hood.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I flung my arms. “You’re out here, doing these fucking stupid things that could potentially seriously hurt you or even kill you. What, were you about to jump off this cliff without an parachute or bungie cord? Calum what the hell is wrong with you!”

“It gives me reason to not be afraid of what’s really going on inside of me.” This time his eyes meet mine, and I swallow heavily, knowing fully what he’s afraid of.

“What are you so scared of that you have to do things that endanger your life?”

“I’m afraid I’m falling in love with you. And that absolutely can not happen.”

You’re Either Very Brave, or Very Stupid (Steve Rogers x reader)

#31 with Steve

#31 with Steve please!

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had, Steve.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve had a lot of bad ideas in my day, but this is not one of them,” he replied with a smirk that you swore made those blue eyes of his sparkle even more.  “Just stick with me, you’ll be fine.”  He grabbed your hand and all but dragged you into the jet, dropping you into one of the jump seats and watching until you were fully secured before fastening his own harness.  “Okay, Barton, take us up.”

“Okaaaaay…” you sighed to yourself, doing your best to calm your nerves and the rolling waves of nausea that were trying to incapacitate you.  You had been with the team for only six months or so, and somehow you had managed to avoid this skill; you had never needed to jump from the jet before. When Clint opened his big mouth and Steve had heard about it, you were on the jet within minutes.  

“You’re really going to be okay, (Y/N),” Steve said reassuringly, resting his hand over yours but pulling it back when he felt the tremble in it.  “Hey, I’m gonna be with you.  I won’t let anything happen.  You trust me, right?”

All you could do was nod silently, closing your eyes tightly to focus on what you had learned in training about mid-air jumps, and feeling your anxiety growing when your memory wasn’t performing up to its normal standard.  Frantically throwing off your harness, you swung your pack forward to do one last review of where the primary and secondary parachute pull cords were.

“If they fail, just land on me.”

“That’s not funny, Steve.”

“It wasn’t meant to be,” he replied with a completely straight face.  He sat quietly and watched as you checked and double-checked your gear, finally interrupting when you began a third check.  “You see?  That’s why I don’t even use one of those things anymore.  Just too much to screw up.”

“Wait, you’re not gonna wear one?” you gasped, staring at him in disbelief.  “Cap, you aren’t jumping alone, here.  I kinda need you in one piece to make sure that I stay in one piece too.”

“I told you,” he paused, grabbing your pack and holding it so you could slide your arms in, “I won’t let anything happen.  Seriously, trust me.”  He grabbed the straps and used them to turn you towards him, checking each clasp and tie to be sure that you were secure, both for your own peace of mind and for a little bit of his own.  “Just be sure that you jump when I tell you to so we don’t get too far apart.”

“Oh, I’m gonna vomit,” you mumbled under your breath.  “If I puke on you, it’s your own damn fault, Steve.”      

“We’re at the drop zone, Cap,” Clint called from the cockpit.  You considered begging him to save you from Steve’s plan, but when you looked at him you could tell that he was enjoying this just as much as Rogers and that you were completely screwed.  You were doing this.

Steve threw off his harness and stood to secure the shield onto his back.  It felt as if he were moving in slow motion as you watched him open the jet door, then reach down to release your harness when you appeared frozen in place. He took your hand and forcibly pulled against your resistance for you to take your place for the jump.

“You’re really not wearing a parachute?”

“Nope,” he grinned and took a few steps to the edge of the platform, looking down to gauge his jump and preparing to take the leap first.

You’re either very brave or very stupid!” you yelled over the howling winds from the door, watching for Steve to take the final step over the edge.

“Why can’t I be both?” he called back with a wide grin, taking an unexpected long stride toward you to grab the front of your uniform, pulling you out into the wide open sky with him.

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Paracord. You’ve probably seen it in countless EDCs (they’re almost ubiquitous in outdoorsy ones) in various shapes, colors, and sizes. It’s the community’s favorite cordage, found in the form of lanyards, bracelets, keychains, and much more. In this Carry Smarter guide, you’ll learn more about what paracord is, what makes its ideal for EDC, and some great ways to incorporate some into your everyday carry.

Some background on EDC’s favorite cordage…

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550 Parachute cord, more commonly shortened as paracord, is widely used in tons of everyday carry situations. The “550” is derived from the fact that it’s rated to hold 550 lbs.

Paracord is a slim nylon rope with 7-9 inner strands of nylon. Composed of 2-3 threads, the inner strands and can be unraveled for many different uses.

This versatile material was originally used for suspension lines on parachutes. It’s been issued to several military branches due to its versatility in a variety of situations. Paracord was even used by astronauts to help repair the Hubble Space Telescope.

The cord was strictly used in the military, but after World War II it became available to civilians as military surplus. Since its release to the public, paracord has been used for a variety of survival, retention, and rigging applications.

There are several different types of paracord out there, the best of which is MILSPEC rated. This type has a stronger inner core with more strands inside.

5 Reasons to Carry Paracord

  1. It’s Invaluable in Emergency Situations

    Arguably the most common reason why people carry paracord is for its use in emergency situations. Rig a shelter by tying branches together when there’s nowhere else to sleep. Cut the cord, pull out the inner threads, attach a hook and you have a makeshift fishing line. Break a bone while out in the bush? Use the cord and a stiff branch to fashion a splint until you can seek further medical help. Simple sprain? It’s easy to make a sling to keep weight off the hurt appendage. If the situation is really serious, use the cord as a tourniquet to stop bleeding.

  2. It Gives a Good Grip

    If it’s not an emergency sitution, paracord can still come in handy. The material is slightly elastic. This allows for easy and snug wrapping around EDC gear. Some small fixed blade knives employ a skelteon frame handle. Wrapping a length of paracord around it not only provides grip, but keeps an unbroken length of the material at hand.

  3. It Personalizes Your Carry in a Practical Way

    Paracord is available in a huge range of colors and patterns, allowing you to accessorize and personalize your EDC. It can be used to set off a certain color theme or let you carry your own DIY handiwork. At its core, it still provides the functionality of paracord.

  4. It Makes Retrieving Gear from Your Pocket Easier

    Most knives have a lanyard hole, and paracord is the perfect match for it. A paracord lanyard is great if you’d prefer to carry a pocket knife without a clip. It’s as easy as slipping some through the hole and tying it off. With some knot-tying skills, you can whip up lanyards of different shapes and patterns to carry more cordage or fine tune extra material for grip on your tool. Pulling on this extra length can produce gear from your pocket more conveniently than digging around for it, while still keeping a low profile carry.

  5. It Adds Visibility to Your Essentials

    Brightly colored paracord increases visibility, making your essentials easier to find and harder to lose. This is especially useful in bags, pouches, and organizers with interiors that don’t contrast your gear.

How to EDC It

While long lengths of paracord consume a lot of space, there are efficient ways to EDC smaller amounts. It’s not hard to make a “survival bracelet” out of paracord and a clip. If you’re not feeling crafty, they’re available from several companies pre-made in tons of colors. Use similar braiding methods to make belts, camera straps, keychains and more. It’s not uncommon to see paracord used in place of bootlaces. If you have some room to spare in your bug out bag, throw in a hank of paracord and keep it organized with a carabiner. Keeping a spare length in the trunk of your car makes it easy to tie down large packages that are too big to close the trunk on.

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MIL-C-5040-H Paracord

First place to start is the paracord itself. It’s available in a dozen colors in multiple lengths. Whether it’s olive drab green or bright orange, there’s sure to be an option for everyone. This particular cord is made to MIL-C-5040-H specs, meaning it’s the toughest out there. It’s tested for 750lbs of breaking force, making it ideal for every EDC situation.

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The Friendly Swede Trilobite Paracord Bracelet

The Friendly Swede has done all of the work for you with their Trilobite paracord bracelets. Available in several colors and sporting a heavy duty shackle closure mechanism, this bracelet packs a lot of paracord in a small package. This weaving method makes the cord more easily retrievable than other braiding methods, allowing you access to the cord as soon as you need it.

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The Spool Tool

The Spool Tool is the ultimate solution for carrying and finishing paracord. Wrap up to 100 feet of cord around the spool and use the integrated tools for cord finishing. There’s a razor blade for cutting and a holder for a small lighter for finishing the frayed ends of the cord. Made of light weight plastic, the frame lessens the impact on your EDC.

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Izule ESEE Knife / Survival Kit

The Izula by ESEE is a popular EDC blade with an open frame handle, making it well-suited for paracord wrapping. This survival kit includes a black powder coated knife, a length of paracord, a cord lock, several split rings, a frustrater rod, an emergengy whistle and a plastic snap hook. This is everything you’d need should something go wrong.

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To Wrap It Up…

We’ve shown you what paracord is, why it can be useful in everyday situations, and some great ways to carry it. If you’ve been on the fence about adding some paracord to your EDC, there are several easy ways to do so. Whether you’re wearing a paracord bracelet or keep a 100’ hank in your trunk, this cordage is sure to come in handy. Do you already incorporate paracord into your EDC? Let us know how and why in the comments below!

Okay but Eggsy is so kind-hearted. You can see that he cares about others and gladly puts people before him in the movie. Like how he cares for Daisy, refuses to say the names of his friends who’d been in the car with him despite the fact that he’d be put in jail for over a year, tells Harry to leave when the guys come to the bar, when he makes sure Roxy has a parachute by pulling her cord first, by refusing to shoot his dog. I could go on and on. He’s just so genuinely KIND and caring, and it’s so rare to see boys in his situation (with Dean, etc) put other’s safety and protection first. Eggsy is so fucking beautiful.


Naimakka WWII Bracelet - This is an incredible piece with an insane amount of history to it.

The bracelet is made using authentic WWII parachute cord found in Holland, this parachute cord has been buried in the ground for nearly 70 years. It belonged to the 82nd airborne division who fought at Operation Market Garden in 1944.

Needless to say this is pretty hard to come by!


Sam's Guide to Survival

Okay, this is not a guide to surviving the zombie apocalypse or the end of the world. If civilization as we know it breaks down then sitting on a stockpile of food and shotguns isn’t going to do you much good. This is a guide to survival in the event of serious natural and manmade disasters which might leave you without food, water, protection, electricity or access to information such as might be caused by: earthquake, terror attack, mass flooding or localized civil disorder. Things which could happen anywhere anytime in our modern world.

Basics: When disaster strikes you could be anywhere. You may not be able to make it home. Cell service may be interrupted and roads blocked. You are going to need to do these things first:

  • secure your own safety
  • locate family members
  • make it back to homebase if possible

The kids may be at school, you at work, spouse out running errands. First use your cell phone. As a backup have two way radios with at least a fifteen mile reach. They are expensive ($80.00) but a good investment. Second, you should have an emergency plan in effect. That plan should involve a rendezvous point usually the home. You should have, in your trunk, a “bug out bag. This bag should contain:

  • Food for the family for three days
  • basic shelter small tent or tarp
  • a hatchet
  • a hammer
  • a small propane or alcohol stove & as much fuel as possible
  • emergency mylar blankets one for each family member
  • mess kit, thermos, utensils
  • 50 feet of parachute cord
  • a collapsable 5 gallon water jug
  • small bottle filled with unscented chlorine bleach
  • a multipurpose tool
  • a first aid kit with instructions
  • knife and sharpener
  • waterproof matches & flint and steel
  • compass
  • batteries for two way radio
  • a crankable combination flashlight, emergency band radio and cell phone recharger. ($39.00 on Amazon)
  • a gasoline siphon hose 
  • if you have small kids then also diapers and formula & story book

A couple of gallon water jugs and some blankets would also be useful to have in the trunk.

If you can’t all rendezvous then have the children stay at school so long as the adults are there watching them at least until you can pick them up.

Remember the first few days of an emergency are the worst. It will take the civil authorities some time to get their act together and communications may be down. If possible hunker down at home. Listen on your emergency radio. Do not listen to gossip or rumor. 

At home you should have, in the garage, at least two stackable blue hard 30 gallon water containers (about $30.00 each at Home Depot or online).

You should have airtight containers with rice and beans and a large container of corn meal. You can live quite well on this diet for a long time in a pinch. You should also have salt and unscented chlorine bleach for sanitizing and purifying water.

Only leave the house if you must. Stay out of crowds and mobs. Nine times out ten the mob gets it wrong. Always seek shelter indoors if it is safe. If not then find a sheltered spot on high ground. Have an evacuation plan. In an evac situation the authorities will provide information. Absent such information then evacuate on backroads. Panic soon clogs highways.

Finally, stay cool. Keep your information updated and current. Avoid the mob. Know some basic first aid. No matter how scared you might be make sure not to show it to the kids. Make them feel safe with you. 


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I have other items that change daily depending on the assignment, but these are always on my person.


Tom talks about making paracord bracelets and painting…

“I felt I ought to touch base with him because Mad Max is synonymous with Mel Gibson,” Hardy told ET. “We had lunch, and I made him a bracelet. It just felt like the right thing to do. He was very pleasant actually.”

Gibson wasn’t the only one to receive an arts and crafts present from Hardy, who sports a parachute cord military bracelet in the film that was made for him by one of his friends in the military. After months of shooting in the desert, Hardy was inspired to make bracelets of his own for the cast and crew.

“We started making them on set,” said Hardy. “There’s loads of ‘bro-celets’ running around.”

Hardy also left a unique gift for his co-star Charlize Theron – a painted basket that Esquire reports was inscribed, “You are an absolute nightmare, BUT you are also f**king awesome. I’ll kind of miss you. Love, Tommy.”

“I just got into a bit of a painting frenzy for a while,” said Hardy, “and I made one for Charlize.”  (x)



Fabricated with sturdy canvas and double-stitched seams. Fastens onto a belt or pant loops with two heavy duty snap hooks. The parachute cord loops are triple sewn and stud detail on exterior is reinforced with glue. So this bag is geared and ready for some hardcore action. Also includes ID sized inner pocket.