Swinging Captains

Despite the deluge of drunken Bostonians, I was able to spend some quality time with my beloved Captain of The Guard, Jeremy. We agreed that the new formation will be entitled The 12th Dragoons.

Jeremy's well-being is one of my main concerns, as everyone knows; without him there would be chaos and anarchy, not to mention the dramatic loss in vokda sales. So it was with not a little shock that I listened to him tell me, "I jumped from a plane three times this week."

"Really? Did it go Ok, like not having to chew open the emergency parachute cord when the main one turned out to be that lost beach towel of last week?"

"Oh," he said with that familiar wave of the hand, "I only got entangled in a tree the third time in the middle of The Everglades."

"NO!," I exclaimed, "I knew a girl who parachuted in high winds and was carried to The Everglades. She spent three hours beating off an alligator with a stick until the police located her!"

"I wasn't so lucky," Jeremy explained. "I was rescued by a general; it was very embarrassing."

Suddenly, several guys listening (there are spies everywhere) chimed in and asked, "Was he cute?"

Jeremy let out a cackle and said, "Is any general cute?!"