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Hmm. I'm sure there are other contenders, but this one comes to mind as the top of the pile: I fell out of a C130 on Sicily DZ at Fort Bragg in the middle of some summer night. Rucksack was loaded heavy and there was no wind to be had. 'Chute seemed to barely hold me up. I landed right on large rock with my tailbone. I don't think I've screamed like that before or since. I had a hard time walking for two weeks after that... I was struttin' like a BDU pimp.
Yes, yes... go ahead.
I was butthurt.
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