In a southern military post, every Wednesday night was Bible reading among the predominantly Baptist black soldiers and their families, followed by the SRO all-you-can-eat BBQ pork ribs and fried shrimp gorge at the unusually large steakhouse. To this day I cannot figure how they made a dime on the deal.
Thursday was always a slack day, because so many soldiers were still stuffed from the night before, the only thing they would be doing most of the day was drinking coffee, swallowing high blood pressure pills, and going to the toilet.
Finally, some wise doctor at the Army hospital decided to hold a high blood pressure clinic, whose patients filled the post movie theater.
Apparently the spirit of the event got the better of him, because his sermon-like fire and brimstone rant about unhealthy vices and the iniquity of sinful living to the assembled was reviewed as some of the best preaching seen in those parts in many a year.
Many were the vows of healthy living, and oaths of abstinence from those things ought not to be done in excess. But, come next Wednesday, the siren song of the steakhouse still lured many an unwary sailor to their delicious doom.
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