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Jimi Hendrix Was a Paratrooper: What the 101st Taught a Guitar Legend About Mastery

Reflecting on how Jimi Hendrix’s time as a 101st Airborne paratrooper instilled in him the discipline, fear management, and humility that later fueled his relentless pursuit of musical mastery and redefined what a guitar could do.

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I was a budding musician spending the night at my bandmate’s house, and as always, we were up until one or two in the morning listening to records. It reminded me of my earliest days playing tennis racket guitar to my old KISS records, strutting around my bedroom like I was headlining Madison Square Garden. But this was different. Now I was truly listening. Trying to learn. Trying to steal.

Then the sounds hit my ears like a tidal wave.

We’d been spinning some cool stuff that night, but the first time I ever heard Hendrix, something detonated in my brain. I may not have recognized the technical wizardry at the time, but the combination of those linear melodic lines mixed with cool blue chords… that famous Hendrix chord (the 7#9 that sounds like beauty and chaos’s baby), all of it locking in with a smokin’ rhythm section that knew when to push and when to breathe.

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It made me want to dive in. All the way in.

What I didn’t know then… what I wouldn’t learn until years later… was that the guy making those sounds had once been a paratrooper. A Screaming Eagle. The same 101st Airborne that jumped into Normandy.

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The Stolen Car and the Screaming Eagle

Hendrix didn’t enlist out of patriotism. He enlisted because the alternative was a cell.

Before he turned 19, Seattle police had caught him twice riding in stolen cars. The judge gave him a choice: two years in prison or the United States Army (a different era, for sure). Jimi picked the Army. And the other part that gets me… he specifically requested the 101st Airborne. The kid wanted to jump out of airplanes.

He did basic at Fort Ord, then shipped to Fort Campbell for jump school. And he earned it. Five jumps. The whole program. In January 1962, Major General Charles W.G. Rich personally awarded him the Screaming Eagles patch. Hendrix was so proud of that patch he bought extras to send home to his family.

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But a lesser-known fact is that his commanding officers weren’t impressed with much else. Military reports described him as an “unqualified marksman” who required “constant supervision” and had “little regard for regulations.”

Sound like any creative people you know?

The Army and Hendrix were never going to work out long-term. But something happened in those barracks that mattered more than any evaluation report. The Woodshed In music, we call it “shedding.” You lock yourself in a room and play the same lick, the same scale, the same phrase… over and over, and then over, until your fingers bleed and your brain rewires. It’s brutal. It’s boring. It’s work. But it’s necessary for those who want it badly enough. Every serious musician knows about woodshedding. You don’t skip it. You just do it. Jump school operates on the same principle. Repetition until the fear doesn’t disappear… it just stops running the show. You jump anyway. You do the thing every instinct tells you not to do, again and again, until your body trusts what your mind has learned. Hendrix was a terrible soldier by almost every measurable standard. But he understood the woodshed. Soon after, his father shipped him a red Silvertone Danelectro guitar from Seattle… the one Jimi had hand-painted with the name “Betty Jean.” From that moment on, every spare second went into that instrument. Fellow soldiers hid the guitar from him just to get some peace, as woodshedding actually sounds like shit. It isn’t a performance, it’s learning. Didn’t matter. He’d find it. He’d play. One night, a serviceman named Billy Cox (legendary) was walking past a club on base when he heard sounds coming from inside that stopped him cold. He later described it as “John Lee Hooker and Beethoven” happening at the same time. He grabbed a bass, introduced himself, and the two started jamming. They’d play together for years. That wasn’t natural talent people were hearing. That was a man who had committed to the woodshed like his life depended on it. The Stage is the Drop Zone Here’s what civilians don’t always understand about performing live: Whether it’s a mission or a gig, the fear never fully goes away. Hendrix jumped out of airplanes. Earned the patch. Did the hard thing. And yet, just as I was, early in his music career, he was painfully shy on stage. He’d turn his back on the audience. Play sideways. Couldn’t look people in the eye while performing. But he did it anyway. Same as the jump. There’s footage of him at Monterey Pop in 1967, five years removed from Fort Campbell, setting his guitar on fire. Destroying it. Full spectacle. That wasn’t ego. That was a man who had learned what happens when you commit all the way through. No half measures. You don’t dangle your feet out the door of the plane and think about it. You f-ing go. Humility is a Superpower But the part that gets so often overlooked in the Hendrix legend? He never forgot he was a soldier. On the Dick Cavett Show, he talked about his paratrooper training with quiet pride. At Woodstock, when he played that searing, distorted version of “The Star-Spangled Banner,” people assumed it was a protest. Maybe it was. But when Cavett asked him about it directly, Hendrix just said, “I thought it was beautiful”…And it damn sure was. On New Year’s Eve 1969, at the Fillmore East, he dedicated “Machine Gun” to the soldiers fighting in Vietnam. Not against them. To them. He was complicated. He contained multitudes. And he never lost the humility that made people actually want to listen to him. The best operators I’ve ever known carry themselves the same way… no chest-puffing, no posturing. They know what they don’t know. They stay students. I call it quiet badassery. Hendrix died at 27. Choked in his sleep. All that potential… gone. But what stayed was this: A paratrooper from Seattle who couldn’t shoot straight and couldn’t follow orders changed the way humans understand what a guitar can do. He shedded in the barracks. Jumped out of planes. Played through fear. And never lost the humility that real mastery requires. Not a bad legacy for a guy who only joined up to stay out of jail. — If you liked this story (and I know you did), please check out T’s popular book, “Life in the Fishbowl.” In it, he documents his time as a deep undercover cop in Houston, where he took down 51 of the nation’s most notorious Crips. He donates all profits to charities that mentor children of incarcerated parents. — Tegan Broadwater is an entrepreneur, author, musician, former undercover officer, podcast host, and positive change-maker. Learn more about his latest projects at TeganBroadwater.com Tegan’s Music (Artist name: Tee Cad) Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5LSl3h5TWN1n4ER7b7lYTn?si=o7XaRWEeTPabfddLEZRonA iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/tee-cad/1510253180 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@teecad/releases — ** Editor’s Note: Thinking about subscribing to SOFREP? You can support Veteran Journalism & do it now for only $1 for your first year. Pull the trigger on this amazing offer HERE. – GDM
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