Balloon jump, Thailand 1993. You could usually get some coconut ice cream after the jump from a local entrepreneur's food cart at the corner of the drop zone, served on a hot dog bun. It was better than I made it sound. Except that one time it had a big fly in it. Lol.

One could hear all the rubber bands snapping as the parachute opened, like a ten-count deployment, due to the complete lack of engine noise. Only real hazard was the anchor cable. To be avoided as it could melt a nylon chute due to the friction. Ungood.

Good times. I usually wore my Thai balloon wings if I wanted to make fun of some formal "mandatory fun" military event (the wings were mildly ridiculous), my small act of passive-aggressive behavior.