#9342 - As we grabbed our packs from out squad's tent, Tobey asked “Hey Max, whaddaya think the sergent want's us for?” “I dunno Tobey, you think he might have caught wind of the craps game?” We had been running a craps game behind the mess tent, and while not enough to get us drug up in front of the Captain, it was definitely enough to get the sergeant to discipline us on his own. *** Breakfast turned out to be a lunch of fried fish, a lump of an amorphous boiled green thing and a small parfait-mound of an unidentifiable white substance topped with an unidentifiable yellow substance topped with a chopped mixture of green onion, tomato and crispy bacon. “Daddy! Oh please Daddy, it hurts.