"A BP Christmas Tale"
'Twas Waiting for the Call, when all through the house
not a phone call was made, not even to a spouse.
The answering machine laid on the bedside chair,
In case Mary or Dan call when they are not there.
The applicant wrestled with thoughts in
his head
Of not passing Security and getting booted instead.
He awoke with each sound, even a tap,
He finally settled down with a strong nightcap.
When in the other room he hear a loud
ringing!
It sounded so loud, his ears were stinging!
Away from his pillow he made a mad dash,
Toward the telephone, placed near his sour mash.
His thoughts feared Something far darker,
Could it possibly be another telemarketer?
When what to his heart was the Caller ID telling
But a number that showed with none other than Fort Snelling.
With a sweet sounding voice, light and
airy,
He knew at once this must be Mary.
Two weeks to EOD, she told him plain,
And she called out choices, each station by name:
“To Ajo! To Naco!
To Yuma and Tucson!
Or, Campo! Or, El Centro!
Or, Calexico! Or, Chula Vista!
To watch the Border!
To watch the wall!
It’s the BP Academy! BP Academy!
BP Academy Call!”
Soon to the South, this young man will
fly,
To wear the green, oh how he will try.
So, to his spouse, mother and brother
His cry shouted like none other!
He had just an inkling, though no real
proof,
That he was in a dream, or some kind of spoof.
But a pinch of his arm and he did wail
“I am going to the Academy and I will not fail!”
He gathered his things, into storage they
were put,
‘Cept some nice clothes and his best blue suit.
His golf clubs into his car trunk placed,
To Charleston he went and veritably raced.
His drive through New York was all snowy
flurries!
When he got to the Carolinas, he saw how he hurried.
His car was parked in the airport lot,
His eyelids ached and his back needed a cot.
But he ran through the airport with his bags in hands
Knowing he could sleeping before the plane lands.
At arriving in the Southwest desert heat,
He headed for the hotel in a rental car’s seat.
Other men and women who plan to wear green
Were talking about running and following their dream.
He woke early the next day, all clean
and showered
And put on his suit, his nails clipped and scoured.
And grabbing a shuttle to sector HQ,
To pledge his honor is all that’s left to do.
He smiled brightly, with new friends all
about,
They would be “like glue”, was their solemn
shout.
But as We flew away and out of sight,
Our thanks were to Mary, whose call saved us that night!
(I don't want this to be a fairy tale for me.. Please call soon Mary, Dan or Anna!!)
Brian
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