"Twas the Night before Christmas!" joke

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the camp,
Everyone was busy making sure security need not re-vamp.
The posts were manned and the T-walls were aligned in a row,
Making sure no one could get close to deliver a gift with a throw.

The soldiers where sleeping all laying on the ground
While mortars flew overhead; round after round.
The officers in their tent and I trying my best,
Had just settled down for a long miserable rest.

When out on the perimeter there arouse such a clatter.
I sprang from my cot to see what was the matter.
Away to the bunker I quickly did flee,
Tore my trousers and busted my knee.

The moon was shining on the freshly fallen dust,
Made everything around look to be made from rust.
When what to my weary eyes should appear
There is a hole in the perimeter wall I fear.

The senior commander stood proud and tall,
Begin to give orders for one and all.
His soldiers came faster that a jet in flight,
His orders were simply to advance and fight.

The fighting was fierce but time was short.
Someone had to get back to give a report.
The officers looking over a map where seated,
Just exactly which enemies were they pitted.

The decisions were made the orders were given.
The enemy was many it was not even.
So from the rear we called for the tanks,
That they were close at hand I give my thanks.

Alas air support was also called,
The enemy officers I am sure where galled.
They had figured to win head to head,
But instead suffered with many dead.

The enemies were not nearly as prepared as us,
For they hastily retreated without a fuss.
They expected to find us celebrating the season,
But we were ready to fight, no matter the reason.

Not much longer can I tarry,
We are the soldiers of the military.
But I will say, as I stay, prepared for a fight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.