You were in line for the mess hall at Camp Toccoa, Georgia. You saw the mess hall guys put some sort of… slob? On the plates. That slob seemed to be soup? But it was too thick to tell… Courtesy of Captain Sobel. George was in line behind you, he leaned in and he spoke quietly so nobody else to could hear his remark to you.

“I wonder what poison they’ll be feeding us today.”

He raised his eyebrows at you as you turned your head to look at him. He just shrugged his shoulders and grinned.