Now you can go down to the Legion and swap lies with the other old guys.

"There I was, dangling from a ripped parachute three thousand feet above the ground, falling at over three hundred miles an hour and nothing below me but rocks, broken trees, and the enemy...what enemy? What do you mean, what enemy? There's ALWAYS an enemy in these stories! You think I'm making this up? And all I had was a blank requisition form and ball point pen! Anyway...."