SOP: an essay using vernacular, in this case Vietnam-era Special Forces vernacular. 

We were holed up in an OP a hundred mikes from the CP and 20 clicks south of the FOB, away on UODIR looking for a place to TAD. We had enough LURPS to last us a few days, but we needed to loot and scoot our butts back to the HQ. The REMF’s intel on us was such a Charlie-Fox, that they wouldn’t list us AWOL for days. One of the Christians in Action spooks told us about the target; we had till oh dark-thirty too growl-and-prowl. We approached the hootch from the south, around the 3-hole and through the flank. Our AO was now confined to a bar somewhere in the base unit a little too far north than the CinC needs to know. We ordered enough Biere LaRue and BA-MOI-BA to drown a squad of diplo-dinks, but not us; we’re snake-eaters, and we had to celebrate. Our local one-digit-midget was finally going home. Time for I&I. The el-tee had just informed us that Bob was short; he was so short he could walk under a snakes butt on crutches wearing a hat. He was a duffle bag drag and a bowl of corn flakes away from that Big Bird to the States. He had to go out fighting. BuPers had somehow managed not to fubar his DEROS, AND actually delivered a FNG to take his place in the inferno. After a round of flaming Mimi’s, someone decided to perform the DoTFA. All would have been well if the jarheads hadn’t decided they wanted to comment on the nefarious acts of someone’s mother. It was about 04:00 Zulu before the indigs started screaming about Article 15’s and then the MP’s showed up. It wasn’t as bad as they said; only two had to be medivaced and they did find most of their BDU’s. The pucker factor was pretty high after they found the horse. SOP for this op was to di-di, E&E, lay up, gather intel on enemy movements and then find some O2 and benedryl before reveille. An LDO let us on base after an exchange of piasters. That Sarge, he number 10. Point for the group gave a clear sit-rep and the rest of the RT reconed the cots closely for the next few hours. Not bad for a work night, now if I can get some R&R.