In the mess tent, John was surprised to see Bill standing behind a serving table, dishing out mashed potatoes from a green insulated container.
“Hey, Bill, got stuck with KP, eh?” He ribbed.
“Yeah, but it ain’t bad. It is just like slopping the hogs back home. All I gotta do is pass out this food. The cooks do all the pot and pan washing.”
“That doesn’t sound all that bad. Were you able to sleep last night with all that racket going on?”
“I slept for s**t, John, and lost count of how many times I bounced into the air from my cot.”
“You should have seen me! I was on bunker guard last night with that black guy, Junior. Talk about jumpy. It was a real b***h for me.”
“What are you doing this afternoon?” Bill asked.
“I have to go out on road security detail in forty-five minutes. I under
