'Cause from day-1 you couldn't eat untill it had been rattled off about three times ... in the line, at the door and pickin' up the tray.
'Least that's how it was in March of '65 at Ft. Dix.
You were probably RA (like me) and wanted to know it.
Went thru Dix on my way to Germany, November '66. Transit barracks were the pits.