Actually, I did a military night jump some many years ago in Florida. Part of the MACO briefing was, "Do not land on that side of the road; there's alligators on that side."
Sure as shit... Me & the CSM are drifting over. I'm trying to climb up the side of of the -1B to spill air. Little red lookin things all over the place on the other side of the road. CSM is a black guy (now I only bring this up because only black guys really know how to say "Motherfucker" with the proper emphasis when they're pissed). We hit about four feet on the wrong side of the road and Jesus had nothing on us. He just walked on water. We was running. I go up to the CSM and in my best smartass voice ask, "Bill, where's your gear?" It was the longest run on sentance of expletives I'd ever heard. I was crackin up.
But wait. They come to collect us up and the E-6 (SSG) Rigger goes up to the CSM and asks him where his gear is? I'm thinking - this is gonna hurt. And it did. The Rigger asks me the same thing and I point out to the marsh and tell him it's right next to the CSM's. The Rigger asks us who's going to go get them? We both look at him and the CSM says, "Son, you know how to write up a training loss? If not, then you get to go get them."
(This post was edited by BIGUN on Aug 28, 2006, 4:11 PM)