Twas the night before Christmas and the air base was quiet.
The Avengers on stand down, for a long peaceful night.
The aircraft were tied down, the pilots all drunk.
Some were on furlough and some in their bunk
But where ever they were they were having a ball.
as Avengers will do when there is no duty call
Ole Doc's having great fun, off down in the islands and was doing quite well till his board hit a piling
TJ in his TP at 40 below, he can't get enough of this beautiful snow
And Jar, well he's Jar, with his Dewar's half gone,
his eye's nearly closed now, he won't last too long.
When out on the flight line we heard the such a clatter,
we jumped off our bar stools to see what was the matter.
And then thru the speakers we all heard the call, Cons inbound, Cons inbound, get going you all.
Then down from the HQ come Lut in a hurry and he' barkin out orders, in a hell of a flurry.
"Ol'Bull roll the bombers, HRD draw the map, Frank you
take the lead, and don't forget Yap'.
"Kick Dirt in the bellybutton and get him to his tank, to hesitate now's
a reduction in rank". "Tell Raptor & Buc to get up in a Spit and Justy
and Maddog grab any old sh$t." Then Lut says to BK "we'll roll bomber cover, fly east by south east and climb like a muther". "Leave word with the bar keep when Jar sobers up to tell him to get his bellybutton up with the bus".
And then we are rolling, the formation's done and all of us watchin for the Hun in the sun. And then as small specks the con's do appear,
there 109's a plenty as they quickly draw near. Then finally we engage, but its short and sweet, not one bomber lost, that's a hell of a feat.
In fright, down go Truekill and Kong for a ditch and look Yorkie's smokin," that son of a b$$$$".
In short it was over, and Jar hauled the troops, then the flight turned homeward on that long peaceful route.
Then Lut took the lead as we flew thru the night and we heard him exclaim as he flew outa sight.
"Merry Christmas Avengers, twas a hell of a fight".
Bull out
