In 23 years in the Marine Corps, I made 37 jumps. I never landed on my feet. In 2006, by invitation, at age 63, I made my 38th jump with the Army Knights in a commemoration for past service men who jumped out of perfectly good air planes over White Sands, New Mexico. They wanted us to go chained to the respective Army Knight. I said no, that I preferred a static line jump. So, they allowed me to do so. My Army Knight was a young Staff Sergeant. He left the plane after me and was on the ground waiting for me and held me steady so that I did not crash and burn landing on my feet. Those Army guys are great men and women. Merry Christmas and a Happy Hanukkah!