22 August 2005

"Mondays at Camp Falcon Chicken Cor Don Bleu was served, either lunch or dinner. Doc and I used to keep close tabs on the time that meal was server. Ever other Monday it was lunch, the others, dinner. Doc and I had plans for those days, either one.

First you get in line after having your military ID checked by armed Soldiers," Yes, we are all Americans today." A duty which sucked since I was stuck on it more than once during September of '05.
Once in the chow hall you get your plastic plate and flat wear wrapped in clear plastic and choose your line. Fast food, burgers, grilled cheese, pizza that never quite tasted right or Main Course. Chicken Cor Don Bu."
This is your War II