Twas the night before Christmas…mustang style
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Twas the night before Christmas all over the place,
When we were suddenly confronted by an old flying ace.
When we were suddenly confronted by an old flying ace.
There was icing reported and turbulent air,
He said “File me a flight plan, I gotta get there.”
He said “File me a flight plan, I gotta get there.”
Outside sat his aircraft all ready to run,
And the old man walked out to that P-51.
And the old man walked out to that P-51.
“bad weather’s no problem,” he silently mumbled,
The prop came to life. . . that big Allison rumbled.
The prop came to life. . . that big Allison rumbled.
He eased in the throttle, the roar shook the ground,
He taxied on out and he turned it around.
He taxied on out and he turned it around.
He went through the run-up and seemed satisfied,
Then he said to himself, “I’m in for a ride.”
Then he said to himself, “I’m in for a ride.”
So he lined it up straight as he poured on the coal,
The tailwheel came up as he started to roll.
The tailwheel came up as he started to roll.
Up off the runway, he sucked up the gear,
And that mighty V-12 was all you could hear.
And that mighty V-12 was all you could hear.
He screamed overhead with a deafening crack,
The blue flames were flying from each shiny stack.
The blue flames were flying from each shiny stack.
He pulled up the nose and started to climb,
No ice on that airframe, it didn’t have time.
No ice on that airframe, it didn’t have time.
On top of the weather with the levers all set,
He looked up above him and saw a Lear jet.
He looked up above him and saw a Lear jet.
With jet fuel and turbines there just ain’t no class,
Gimmee pistons, and props and lots of avgas!
Gimmee pistons, and props and lots of avgas!
Now he was approaching where he wanted to go,
But weather had covered the runway with snow.
But weather had covered the runway with snow.
How will he land it? We just have to guess,
Because the only way in was a full I-L-S.
Because the only way in was a full I-L-S.
Then over the marker, he started his run,
The ceiling was zero, visibility was none.
The ceiling was zero, visibility was none.
Still going three hundred and he felt the need,
For an overhead break to diminish his speed.
For an overhead break to diminish his speed.
Over the numbers he zoomed, along like a flash,
Pulled into his break, we just knew he would crash.
Pulled into his break, we just knew he would crash.
Oh, why do they do it on these kind of nights??
Then over the threshold, we saw landing lights.
Then over the threshold, we saw landing lights.
“I’m on a short final with three in the green,
And I see enough runway to land this machine.”
And I see enough runway to land this machine.”
When he tied down that Mustang, they all heard him say. . .
“Next year, I’m stickin’ with my reindeer and sleigh.”
“Next year, I’m stickin’ with my reindeer and sleigh.”
poem found on the VAF.net. No author noted.
Merry Christmas from Brent Owens and iFlyblog.com
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