So I was just thinking about how every night this week is going to feel like Christmas, only we don't know if it will be Christmas tomorrow, and if we are going to get a nice present or a lump of coal. Then this happened.
Twas the night before boards met, and all through the house
not an applicant was stirring, not even reading gouge
They had studied hard for the ASTBs with care
In hopes that news from OCS would soon be there
The future officer candidates all snug in their beds
While visions of butterbars danced in their heads
And I, the OR, had just been for a long run,
And settled down to watch “Tora Tora Tora” or maybe “Top Gun”
When outside there arose a thud on the deck
I sprang from my rack and thought "what the heck?"
Away to the window I flew in a dash
Ran downstairs and tore open the hatch
The stars shone down on me in my nighttime-cover
and I saw a sight like no other
What to my glazed over eyes should appear
But a miniature F-18 hornet, and eight tiny reindeer
With a little old pilot, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be at least an O-6!
More rapid than the turn of helo blades,
he shouted, and called the designators by name;
"Now, PILOTS! now, SWOs! now, Supply corps and NFOs!
On, INTEL! on NUKES! on, BUDS and staff dudes!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now PRO-RECs! PRO-RECs, PRO-RECs for all!"