A young man joined the Army and signed up with the paratroopers.
He went though the standard training, completed the practice jumps
from higher and higher structures, and finally went to take his
first jump from an airplane.
The next day, he called home to his father to tell him the news. “So,
did you jump?” the father asked.
“Well, let me tell you what happened. We got up in the plane, and the
sergeant opened up the door and asked for volunteers. About a dozen men
got up and just walked out of the plane!”
“Is that when you jumped?” asked the father. “Um, not yet. Then the
sergeant started to grab the other men one at a time and throw them out
the door.”
“Did you jump then?” asked the father.
“I’m getting to that. Everyone else had jumped, and I was the last man
left on the plane. I told the sergeant that I was too scared to jump.
He told me to get off the plane or he’d kick my ass.”
“So, did you jump?”
“Not then. He tried to push me out of the plane, but I grabbed onto the
door and refused to go. Finally he called over to the Jump Master. The
Jump Master is this great big guy, about six-foot five, and 250 pounds.
He said to me, ‘Boy, are you gonna jump or not?’ “I said, ‘No, sir. I’m
too scared.’”
So the Jump Master pulled down his zipper and took his penis out. I
swear, it was about ten inches long and as big around as a baseball bat!
“He said, ‘Boy, either you jump out that door, or I’m sticking this
little baby up your ass.’”
“So, did you jump?” asked the father.
“Well, a little, at first…”