A retired soldier is telling his young grandson about his experiences in Operation Desert Storm in 1990.
The old soldier says, "I was in paratrooper school and had to make my first jump. It was the first time I'd ever been in an airplane! It was bumpy and scary, and the wind was whistling so loud you couldn’t hear yourself think!”
“We finally got up to jump altitude, and the green “Jump” light came on. The Sarge made sure our parachute cords were clipped in and pushed us to the open door in the back of the plane. Then, he’d slap each guy on the back -- and out he'd jump. GERONIMOOOOO!!!”
“But when I got to the door, I saw the little fields and barns way, way down below…and I froze.”
The Sarge hit me on the back. I didn't move. He shoved me, but I still couldn’t move. He screamed, ‘JUMP, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!’ -- but I couldn't.”
So the Sarge says, "Okay, kid, get outta line and wait," and he lets everyone else jump. Then, it’s just me and the Sarge.
"Kid, you’re gonna jump out of this fuckin' airplane."
I told him I just couldn't do it.
So, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his pecker -- and damn, if Sarge didn't have one hell of a boner.
"Kid, you will jump out of this airplane or, so help me -- I will bend you over and fuck you in the ass!"
The old soldier paused in telling the story, and finally, the young boy asked, "So, Grandpa, did you jump???"
"A little."