Tue, May 25, 1943
To really have been some place you should hit the chow line on board a transport. You are given a no. on a tag, A.B.C.D.E. The A’s eat first and etc. You line up hour before & finally get to the mess. You’re hurried thru the food line with every KP & cook and Mess Officer howling,”Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go”. After you get your food, hard boiled eggs & everything else thrown into one mess kit you go to a long table & stand up & eat it. (If you can) After the 4th or 5th day the room smells like a garbage truck and every man stinks too. When you finish you go to wash your mess gear & screaming in your ear are about 10 officers yelling, “What are you doing taking a bath, let’s go, do you want to melt that gear, come on move on”, so as a result your mess gear is greasy & if you don’t get the GI’s your lucky. In 15 minutes by the clock you have eaten, washed your gear & are back on deck. How’s that.
Thu, May 25, 1944
No entry.