The night of 4/5 December 1979 was a particularly long night for the Colonel. It was a long and painful night for the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda.
Not much more than 8 months after the birth of their first child, Miss Brenda sidled up to the Colonel and whispered in his ear, "I'm pregnant."
The Colonel blinked, and then whispered back, "I'm deploying."
Those of you who know the Colonel personally, know that he is obsessed of the insanity that is duck hunting. The fifth of December 1979 was the opening day of duck season in North Carolina and the Colonel was then stationed at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina through which a broad shallow estuary flows and holds prodigious amounts of migrating waterfowl during the winter months.
The Colonel had plans to be in a duck blind when the sun rose on the 5th of December.
Instead, the Colonel was bedside of the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda as she gave birth to a second son.
Jeremy could have been born on the 4th of December -- his mother's labor had begun early on that day. But he waited for duck season.
He and the Colonel have been waiting for duck season every year since.