QUEBEC

I'm a very ordinary girl from Iles de la Madeleine, Quebec, Canada except for one thing, workable English, superb English in fact.  I'm just out of advanced training for paras, wondering what life brings next.  To my surprise, I find myself reporting to the Afghan unit.
The CO smiles, "should feel flattered, we asked for you."
"For me, ma'am?"
"The army, in its usual infinite insanity is clean out of French-speaking units, all are out on station.  Heard of the mega-riots in French Guyane?"
"Yes, ma'am." 
"We're it.  All our people know English, people there French.  You're out translator."  she pins Lieutenant bars on me, "acting, for the tour, translator hasta have dignity."
In the cargo plane we can see the smoke from miles out to sea, it's horrendous.  A sergeant calmly asks, "first jump on real business?"
"Ye-ah."
"You go out the hatch just before me, I'll keep an eye on you.  Once you land, look for me."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it, all gotta start somewhere."