“Man oh man, I smell somethin’ good from the galley. How long ‘til chow time Willie?”

“They haven’t even called the early supper crew yet. Stay cool, Orv.”

“Smells like pork and collard greens, maybe some okra, hum? Maybe some chitlins?”

“Christ that sounds like garbage to me. You southern boys got to get out and see the world, eat some chow meant for humans.”

“Now don’t get uppity again, Willie. You just never had the advantage of growin’ up where there’s still trees and creeks and open fields and mountain sides, and farm animals. Your hamburgers ain’t much to talk about, now, are they? You never even saw the cow that burger came from, didja?

“Jeez, that okra is like slimy, tasteless seeds. And chitlins is just ground up pig guts, ain’t it?”

“Man, you are so ignorant. It’s not all the guts, it’s just the best part. Anyways, you eat the same stuff in your sausages, don’t yew?”

“Why can’t we get a nice juicy steak once in a while? Man, I can’t wait till we get on liberty in Dago. I’m gonna get the biggest, juiciest, rarest prime rib…”

“Well, sir, why don’t you just hack a chunk out of a standing cow if you ain’t gonna cook it proper?

“There’s the Bosun’s call for early dinner, Willie! Only 30 minutes to go. I’m gonna go down now so I can get in the front of the line. Mmmm,mmm.”

“I think I’ll just go down to the gedunk and get a sandwich and an ice cream. I hope you get all the pig guts and slimy green stuff you want so I don’t have to hear about it for a while. Jeez!”

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