Ft Warren was Army before it was Air Force. Actually, it was an old calvary base. They still had the stables, full of manure, still standing there.
About a week after I washed out of Clerk Typing School, I got my assignment of permanent KP.
I didn’t know what to do that first morning, when I showed up. There were no dishes to wash yet, so I just stood there, watching the Mess Sergeant fry eggs. I saw a dozen eggs and a turner on the other end of the grill, so I started breaking eggs and frying alongside him.
After we were done, the man asked, “Where’d you learn to cook?”
“I was second oldest boy, so I had to help Ma.”
“Well you’re gonna be a cook from now on.”
So I got promoted first day, first thing. I never did a lick of K.P.