Talking to a friend last night, he recounted a quick story from a golden wedding anniversary party he attended earlier this year. His brother in law, a para, was there but my friend noticed that his b-in-l had never met old Harry from the other side of the family who, coincidentally, served in the Parachute Regiment in the Second World War.
An introduction to sprightly old Harry followed, he said,
"So Para then, how many jumps?"
"I only did three," said Harry wistfully, "D-Day, Arnhem and the Crossing of the Rhine."