Ring! Ring! I answered the call. It was Simon, my friend. “We need you at the military air field in an hour” he said. “OK I AM IN THE BATH” I SHOUTED ANGRILY. I clumsily got out of the bath and put on my uncomfortable military uniform. I hopped into my orange Vauxhall and set off. As I got closer to the air field fighter planes danced in the skies. When I arrived everyone was waiting for me. We got inside the plane and took-off. In half an hour we were in cruising altitude. After Simon jumped it was my turn. I counted to three and jumped.