skipper, you haven't lived until you've para-sailed behind a pickup truck on a primitive flightstrip

Right after I got to Ft. Bragg, one of my platoon mates dragged out a Para-Commander and asked me if I'd like to go para-sailing. Being young, dumb and full of XXXXX I agreed, and we went out to a flightstrip with his parachute and some rope. Believe it or not, the drag from the chute almost lifted the back end of my Datsun pickup off the ground when I got up to speed. It was kinda dangerous, so I only went twice

Lots of fun, though a mishap would have had us eating sand and clay.

Ah, to be young again!
Build a man a fire, and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life!