My favorite story from the WWII Vet relatives was from my Father in Law 
(actually father of my ex, but I'm not sure how to state that 
relationship, especially since he died before the divorce).  I digress.

He was a Cook in the Army in Greenland.  He used to spend the bulk of 
his "spice" allowance on fresh eggs.  The eggs that they prepared were 
powdered eggs.  He used to put the fresh eggs, shells and all, in the 
mixer with the powdered eggs.  Said that enough people got a piece of 
shell in their scrambled eggs that they all thought that they were 
always getting fresh eggs; this improved morale.  Boasted that he was 
once demoted by an officer who felt that the fresh eggs were only for 
the officers mess, not the enlisted mess.

Steve Stokowski

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From: Becker, Dan <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Mon, Mar 29, 2010 1:39 pm

My favorite story among the few Dad has told relates to finding some 
small bit of enjoyment.

As you might expect, a troop carrier is a big boat with a lot of 
people. Feeding them all was a logistical challenge of scale and 
proportion.

Coffee was brewed in giant vessels. The grounds came in 50 pound burlap 
bags, and they would tie a rope around them and throw them over the top 
of the vessel's rim...basically giant tea bags.

The barely good-natured competition was to get as close as you could to 
the middle of the coffee line. Too far to the front would get you a cup 
of black syrup; too far to the back would get you a cup of hot water.

dan thatsa latte trouble for your service becker
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