The Night Before Christmas

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, AND ALL THROUGH THE CORP, NOT A TROOPIE HAD LIBERTY AND BOY WERE THEY SORE. WE WERE ALL CRASHED OUT, EVERY MAN IN A LOT , IN A BED OF SPIKES, CALLED A MARINE CORPS COT. WHEN OUT ON THE PARADE DECK, THERE AROSE SUCH A CLATTER, I SPRANG FROM MY RACK TO SEE WHAT WAS THE MATTER, OUT OF BREATH,I HID BEHIND THE DOOR WAITING FOR MORE !… WHEN A ROLY POLY FIGURE APPEARED ON THE SCENE, AND TO MY SURPRISE IT WAS THE COMMANDANT OF THE MARINE CORP., YES IT WAS THE GENERAL HIMSELF, THERE WAS NO DOUBT HE WAS WEARING A PONCHO INSIDE OUT, HE MARCHED AROUND EACH MANS RACK CAREFULLY INSPECTING EACH MANS RIFLE AND PACK. TO A FEW HE LAID OUT A 96 CHIT, BUT TO THE MAJORITY A RATION OF SHIT: AS HE PULLED AWAY IN HIS GOLD PLATED TANK PULLED BY TEN PRIVATES PUSHING FOR RANK. I HEARD HIM SHOUT …MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU BASTARDS YOU”LL NEVER GET OUT …