It wasn’t long after that I had a set-to with a First Sergeant and Company Commander. Whenever I picked up the food for that week’s menu, I’d hunt through the walk-in freezers and see what they had that was good. I saw boxes of steaks in there so I grabbed two – enough to feed my whole squadron. Figured I’d have a Friday Night Steak Fry.
I set them boxes of steaks on the counter, back in my kitchen. When the First Sergeant went through, he saw them and grabbed one.
“You can’t do that. I need those to make a meal.”
He ignored me and started to walk away with my steaks.
I grabbed a cleaver that was hanging overhead and whacked his arm with the flat side. He dropped that box of steaks.
“I’ll have you thrown in jail!”
By that time, I’d learned a few things. I knew that I didn’t have any pull. I had to be sharp enough to stay abreast of things, so I responded off the top of my head, “Well, I’ll tell ya, Sergeant, every time that you and the Commander have come in here and taken food out of the Mess Hall, I wrote it down. I can tell you what you had for supper last night. When you charge me, just remember that.”
He never did ask me if I had it all written down. I didn’t have nothing down, but I knew I could figure it out. They’d taken a lot of food out of the Mess Hall.
I waited for the police to come and pick me up but nothing happened … at first.