lol makes me think of an incident involving an old army buddy of mine at fort bragg about 16 yrs ago. friend of mine ate taco bell one night, and he got some entree that came with guacamole, and apparently this guacamole he ate was spoiled, likely had been sitting out all day unrefrigerated, made him sick as a dog the next morning. well, that next morning, we were on the manifest for a jump at 7am over Sicily drop zone, and he looked ROUGH; he explained to me what happened (he deduced it was the guac because the others with him also ate taco bell and didn't get ill, but they didn't get what he got, plus he said the guac tasted kinda weird when he ate it). he didn't go to sick call, instead of opting to "tough-guy" it out and stay on the manifest for the jump, but he looked about as green as gumby, and he was literally right next to me on the aircraft (he was behind me in jumping order). he got himself a puke bag that they offer for folks who get motion sickness in the bird, but didn't feel compelled to use it, even though he looked like he was about to die. i was nervous as fuck that he was going to vomit all over the place, including on me, or even worse, as he jumped out of the aircraft, with his puke raining all around and down on me. when we were standing there waiting for the green light for the jumpmasters to start exiting paratroopers out the door, i kept looking back at him and saying "you're fine, man, just hold it a little longer....just hold it a little longer, almost there . . ." he held it until he hit the ground (you hit the ground like a sack of doorknobs, it's not a nice graceful landing like skydiving) and immediately vomited all over himself. medics ended up escorting him back to their vehicle and giving him an IV lol. by the end of the day, he was fine