Paroles de NROL 21 Eighty Sixed

In low orbit we strike defective satellite Must die in flight this night NROL 21/USA-193 Launched into the atmosphere To remotely sense what we want to see Crippled upon orbit, poor thing was a no go And gravity is far reaching It was descending ever so slow With a thousand pounds of unused hydrazine fuel And a payload of sensitive technology We've got ourselves an expensive and dangerous mule And the perfect target to display our accuracy A missile defense cruiser fired a modified SM-3 Aimed directly at the fuel container Vaporized and blown to smithereens A bullet striking a bullet Algorithms employed Reagan's dream is it realized? SDI with which not to be toyed