boracayjohnny
11-23-2017, 3:47pm
Post yours here. I'll start.
So, there we were in Minot, North Dakota. A small group of us were there TDY, Temporary Duty, to help out for a bit. A permanent party fella had invited us to his home, we'd had our fill, watched a game, and then made it back to Billeting, the base hotel. What's there to do at Minot on Thanksgiving night? Drink. Oh yea, we had an assortment of booze. I awakened the next morning in my buddy's bathroom hugging the toilet. Yes, exactly that. He said I had passed out there so he threw a sweat shirt over me and went to sleep himself. I spent that day recovering from a doozy of a hangover.
A large group of us was TDY to Rhein-Main Air Base, Germany. We all had decided for Thanksgiving to do a meal where everyone would bring something. There were 50 of us, males and females, and figured with that many people we should be able to have enough food. We were staying in a barracks that had a kitchen. The barracks was old school with a community shower. The barracks had Turkish cleaning ladies that spoke little to no English and seem to like cleaning even when folks were in the showers. But that's a whole 'nuther story.
Anyway, the deal was for everyone to bring their stuff early Thanksgiving morning for Chuck and J-T to start cooking. Chuck and J-T would have plenty of helpers along the way too. The realization of how much food we had occurred after a while with folks showing up with two or three things each. We soon ran out of room on the tables and counter tops and just started putting things on the floor. It was like the Commissary had changed locations. Eventually, all the stuff was cooked and we dug in. There was plenty of stuff that didn't even get opened such as can goods, pies, cookies, soda, and even booze.
We had one guy that was the squadron mooch. The dude had a wife that kept his bank account cleaned out. Some folks felt sorry for him and threw him a few bucks and food on a regular basis. Plus with the mooching of others, he kept himself fed pretty well. That night and after everyone had grazed the rest of the day, my buddy Smitty made the observation there was so much food left over, ole mooch couldn't carry all of it off. :Jeff '79:
So, there we were in Minot, North Dakota. A small group of us were there TDY, Temporary Duty, to help out for a bit. A permanent party fella had invited us to his home, we'd had our fill, watched a game, and then made it back to Billeting, the base hotel. What's there to do at Minot on Thanksgiving night? Drink. Oh yea, we had an assortment of booze. I awakened the next morning in my buddy's bathroom hugging the toilet. Yes, exactly that. He said I had passed out there so he threw a sweat shirt over me and went to sleep himself. I spent that day recovering from a doozy of a hangover.
A large group of us was TDY to Rhein-Main Air Base, Germany. We all had decided for Thanksgiving to do a meal where everyone would bring something. There were 50 of us, males and females, and figured with that many people we should be able to have enough food. We were staying in a barracks that had a kitchen. The barracks was old school with a community shower. The barracks had Turkish cleaning ladies that spoke little to no English and seem to like cleaning even when folks were in the showers. But that's a whole 'nuther story.
Anyway, the deal was for everyone to bring their stuff early Thanksgiving morning for Chuck and J-T to start cooking. Chuck and J-T would have plenty of helpers along the way too. The realization of how much food we had occurred after a while with folks showing up with two or three things each. We soon ran out of room on the tables and counter tops and just started putting things on the floor. It was like the Commissary had changed locations. Eventually, all the stuff was cooked and we dug in. There was plenty of stuff that didn't even get opened such as can goods, pies, cookies, soda, and even booze.
We had one guy that was the squadron mooch. The dude had a wife that kept his bank account cleaned out. Some folks felt sorry for him and threw him a few bucks and food on a regular basis. Plus with the mooching of others, he kept himself fed pretty well. That night and after everyone had grazed the rest of the day, my buddy Smitty made the observation there was so much food left over, ole mooch couldn't carry all of it off. :Jeff '79: