 So imagine this. It's D-Day. You're an 18-year-old from the Midwest. You've never jumped into combat before, and no one really knows how to do it. You're strapped with 100 pounds of gear, sleep-deprived, high on Benadryl. Your plane is taking heavy anti-aircraft fire. In that context, you get yanked out of the plane, almost crash-land in a field somewhere in France, cut yourself loose from a death trap, and then look around to see how many Nazis are around you. And the craziest part is, they did.