T'was the Night before Christmas

A parody by SGT B

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the DOSS
Not a soldier was sitting, except of course Josh.

The stocking were hung around the hootch with care,
In hopes that SGT Paul, would soon be there.

The pilots were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of time off dancing in their heads.

When out on the airfield there rose such a clatter,
I ran to the hanger to see what was the matter.

Away to the Blackhawk I flew like a flash,
Off to 844, I heard it had crashed.

The moonlight off the flight line reflected like new fallen snow,
Gave luster to the dents in the belly below.

When what to my wondering eyes there appears,
But Alpha company standing with thumbs in their rears.

With a wrench and a screwdriver, and minds that are quick,
I knew in a moment that Bravo would have it fixed.

More rapid than Chris eating a cake, First Platoon came,
SGT Paul whistled and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now Dave! Now Zip! Gary, David and Josh!
On Troy, On Johnny, On Cecil and Corey,
To the top of the hydraulic deck, to the top of the head,
Work away, work away, work till your dead!!!"

And then from the Blackhawk I heard in the distance
Bandcamp was waiting for just this one instance.

He was dressed like Special Forces from his head to his toe,
He pranced to his bike and was ready to go,
A bundle of stories and toolbag on his back.
He knew how to fix it, he'd done it before.
He fixed one just like it, in the last war.

The Blackhawk all fixed he called for a T.I.

Fabian showed up and started to laugh, in spite of himself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon we all knew we had something to dread.

He spoke a few words, then went straight to his shop,
We were worried for an instance our leave would be chopped!

The Blackhawk all fixed, its funny now I suppose,
And just like Santa, on the "Richmond Freedom Bird" we rose.

We had to use leave, no passes this trip,
But we're all glad to get home, in time for St. Nick.

CPT K called us all to formation with a whistle,
He told us to board as fast as a missile.
Quickly, quickly, before they change their mind,
Another reason to take our leave, First Army may find.

So away they all flew to be home by night.
But I heard him exclaim as we flew out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good flight."

NOTE: This article was edited, with the authors permission, to comply with Operational Security concerns.
That is, last names were changed to first names, nicknames, or rank and last initial.