Paratrooper Richard Ojeda is redefining what it means to be a Democrat in a deeply red state.
82nd Airborne Division alum, represent!
Ha, ok, now that I have that out of my system, I love that they accurately identify him as a “paratrooper,” not a “former paratrooper.” You are never a former paratrooper. It’s not a qualification that is lost when you leave the military, unlike rank. And it’s not something that leaves you in so many other ways.
Among the paratroopers, there’s a saying: “Once a paratrooper, always a paratrooper.”
This isn’t referring to just the qualification, of course, but as I briefly delved into above, it gestures to how being a paratrooper makes you a different person than you were before. It changes you and how you look at life and risk and the world.
Every paratrooper (still) alive has their story collection of hairy incidents, tree landings, high winds, iffy drop zones, hostile wildlife, etc. to recount, most of which sounds like far-fetched fantasies to people who’ve never been in that line of work. Paratroopers don’t need to tell tall tales. Quite the opposite: we often have to tone down our anecdotes so that they sound believable to non-paratroopers!
By the way, there’s a really good chance I met Ojeda back in the 90s. He was a platoon leader and company XO in the 37th Engineer Battalion, which is part of the 82nd Airborne Division, during that time. I did many things with that battalion in those years and knew many people in that unit. Though I have no specific memory of him, there’s about a 95% chance I did meet him at some point since I had to deal with a lot of officers.
Wish I could find out how many jumps he has, though. Not as some comparison but just curiosity. It’s something every paratroopers asks every other paratrooper.