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Originally Posted by Badger52
Can't believe I didn't catch this earlier. A long time ago in a Cold War galaxy far away, we had a cook. Oh my, we had a cook. He was the Golden Retriever of cooks, SP5IC "Jimmy Jay." This guy must've had assets all over, at least at Battalion, but probably up at the Brigade. Whenever the klaxon went off at oh-dark-thirty, that most beloved of cooks was already there as we were headed down the stairs, out of the building on the way to fight Ivan. He'd already been up and would meet us at the bottom of the stairs and hand each:
Egg, cheese, big non-standard size sausage patty, all between 2 pieces of thick French Toast.
I often think of him and hope he got to have that sandwich shop in Tuscaloosa that he talked about.
We would have killed for that guy.
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I would venture to guess we all had a cook that made an impression on us at sometime. Mine was SP4 Starkey a short stocky prior service guy. He did not drive and had a fondness for Wild Irish Rose. Many was the time I took him to the package store outside of the main gate at Ft. Campbell to get a bottle. He always had a set of nunchuks tucked into cook whites while serving in the chow line. I am sure he was no culinary genius just one of many memorable figures from my military days.