Everyone was jumping. There were only five people left plus the co-pilot and I. I looked in my bag for my parachute and--- no. Not today. Why today. I had forgotten my parachute on the table at home when kissing my children goodbye... I looked at the co-pilot. He had his parachute and was about to jump when he found out I didn't have one. "Sir! Where's your parachute!? What are you going to do?" I walked next to him. I knew I was going to dread doing this to him. He looked at me with sorrow and fear in his eyes. "Get them to safety. Be the amazang captain I know you to be." Then, I pushed him off the plane.