This article is a continuation of Corporal Gray’s series, “Shouts & Numbers” – his story about his experiences joining the Marines during the 1950s, in the Korean War era. Follow along as Corporal Gray describes his first experience in the “mess hall” of the Marine Corp’s basic training facility – the Marine Corpts Recruit Depot of San Diego, California.
We were herded over to the mess hall for breakfast. Our Drill Instructors (there were three of them) said they were embarrassed to be seen with us. Once we got to the mess hall, we stood in line at attention, until it was our platoon’s turn to enter.
“Keep them eyes straight ahead! Don’t let me catch any of you shit birds eyeballing the area, this is not mating season!”
There was a sign over the mess hall door that read: “Take all you want, but eat all you take.”
Finally, one step at a time, we started inching our way into the mess hall. As we entered the door, we were ordered to whip off our utility covers, pop them against our right thigh, and stick them in our right-rear trouser pocket. We each took a metal tray, utensils and began sidestepping through the chow line. At least the food looked edible.
This Recruit had been a little worried about that. We were served scrambled eggs, bacon, link sausages, shit on a Shingle (SOS), french toast and milk. This was a typical Marine Corps breakfast.
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