After the security of childhood and before the
insecurity of the second childhood, we find the
"Paratrooper".  Paratroopers are found everywhere,
in bars, on bars, behind bars, looking through police
bars, in trouble, in debt, in the air, on leave and
in love.  Paratroopers are found everywhere, in
assorted sizes, weights and states of sobriety, misery
and confusion.

    Girls love them, mothers worry about them,
the U.S. supports them, and somehow they manage
to get along with each other.

     A Paratrooper is laziness with a deck of cards
of cards, a millionaire with a cent, bravery with a
grin, the protector of America with the latest copy
of "Playboy" in his possession at all times.

     A Paratrooper is a composite, sly as a fox,
has the energy of a turtle, the brains of an idiot,
the sincerity of a liar, the appetite of an elephant,
the aspiration of a Casanova, and the story of a hero.

     A Paratrooper when he wants something it is
usually a three-day pass, S.D., or someone to pull
his K.P.

     He dislikes answering letters, wearing his uniform,
his superior officers, getting up for reveille, Army Chow,
Army Planes, Air Force Reserve Pilots, the week before
payday, his girls old man, curfews, and "Legs",

   He likes girls, women, females, and members of
the opposite sex.  No one can write so seldom, yet
think of you so often, no one else can get so much fun
out of your letters, civilian clothes and sex magazines.

     A Paratrooper is a magical creature, you can
.take him off your mailing list but not off your mind.

~ Author Unknown ~