The Night Before

[Please use whatever accent might be correct and appropriate for your nationality!]


Well lads, I'm just finishing up my end of duty watch walk-around. The Mess was my last stop. Happy to say the boys have been busy. The Quarter Master even did us proud!

Well, as proud as he could considerin' it's February and we're so close to the front. I'm not too sure 'bout the Cook and his crew though . . .

From what I saw, tomorrow's menu consists of:

Turnips (sorry lads, still no potatoes to be found anywhere); cabbage; something the Cook _said_ was pork because, as was pointedly explained to me, "Do you know that _EVERY_ part of a pig is edible??? Huh? Huh??? From snout and ear to ballocks and nails! _Every_ bit of a pig is edible. Well (sigh), if you can find any part of a pig around here . . ."

I don't know if I believe the rumour that someone found real eggs. I _certainly_ couldn't find any in the kitchen. (If it _was_ true I'll bet they've already been eaten!)

At least there were a _lot_ of spotty shrivled turnips! And there was something kind of greenish-blue and really nasty smelling . . . It had some mold on it and made me cough. But the Cook says it's on the menu . . .

Well, here comes that truck with the ammunition we've been waiting for. Right. Of course, right before I'm done for the evening. I suposse I should go and check it in and make sure that someone checks each belt before they are used tomorrow . . .