Airborne? More like AirBORING, amirite?

FORT BRAGG, N.C. — Yaaaaaaaawwwwwwn. Like, oh so you’re Airborne? No. One. Caaaaaares. I was Airborne once. And holy cheese wiz did we sit around a lot and throw up in our shirt sleeves a bunch. Why did we have to show up before the sun rose for a night jump?! WHY?! WHyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!

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