Hopefully the day I jump my chute won't have been packed by a mechanic that identified as a rigger that day.
Oh and when I land I want my jump master certification as well.
Hell, if you make it to the ground in one piece and don't have to be taken away in an ambulance, I'd say you would be entitled to your master wings. That's some 'Band of Brothers' level of ballsyness right there.
I remember overhearing to an old timer at the division association convention who walked up to this braggart who was talking about how he was master rated, 100+ jumps, etc. to everyone in sight. The old man asked him 'how many jumps did you say you had again'? The bragging soldier told him. The old man said 'Really? I've only got three'. The braggart said 'Only three'? Not realizing he'd been set up. The old timer replied 'Yeah Normandy, Nijmegen, and Sicily'.
You could almost hear the Braggart's ego deflating.
(For those not aware, Normandy, Nijmegen, and Sicily were three of the combat jumps the 82nd Airborne conducted in WWII, hence the humor. The oldtimer's three REAL jumps trumped the Braggart's 100+ 'training' jumps)