The dining crew would walk though the corridors tapping a xylophone,
“First call for breakfast...”
I was stationed at Lajes Field in the Azores right after I got COT’d back from Okinawa via Cheyenne Mt. for 5 months in the early 70s. It was the only place I knew of at the time where the Army ran the ports, and the Navy did the day-to-day flying and AF ran the comms and support services....