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My favourite is one about the Ghurkhas.
During training of the new recruits, one of the disciplines they had to master was a low altitude jump.
At the briefing one of the instructors saw one of the young Ghurkhas looking a bit green around the gills as he took notes.
At the end of the briefing they were told to march over to receive their equipment, and the young recruit braced his shoulders, got in line, still looking a bit uneasy, but ready to carry out his orders.
The instructor came over and took him out of the line and attempted to alleviate his unease.
Went over the main points of the briefing again, but this time added something that apparently had been missed the first time around and that was when to pull the ripcord on their chute.
“Ripcord…parachute?” the recruits said, his face loosing its worried frown, replaced by a big smile,
“Ah, you mean we are to get a parachute when we jump!”
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