The Falklands War had begun. Britain was unprepared, and as she had done so many times in the past, Britain called up her toughest military unit, The Brigade Of Gurkhas. The Brigade commander was called in to Army Headquarters to be briefed on their mission.
"You will need to get your force together within ten days," said the general.
"Not necessary," said the Gurkha commander. "We're ready now."
"Marvellous! Sleeping quarters will be arranged for you on board the HMS Invincible," said the general.
"No need. We'll sleep on the deck," said the Gurkha commander.
"Even better!" said the general. "We'll be sure to provision the ship's mess with enough food for a six weeks expedition."
"Thank you, sir," said the Gurkha commander. "But we'll be fine with our packets of dried yak jerky."
"Splendid," said the general. "Now, as you see on the map, you will assault into the drop zone from the northeast, at 3,000 feet."
"That's too high," said the Gurkha commander. "You'd better make it 500 feet."
"Five hundred feet?" said the general. "But at such a low altitude, there won't be enough time for your men's parachutes to open and slow your jump!"
"Oh!" said the Gurkha commander. "We get parachutes?"