A QUESTION OF DIET
During a particularly nasty dust-storm at one of the camps a recruit ventured to seek shelter in the sacred precincts of the cook’s domain.
After a time he broke an awkward silence by saying to the cook:
“If you put the lid on that camp kettle you would not get so much of the dust in your soup.”
The irate cook glared at the intruder, and then broke out:
“See here, me lad. Your business is to serve your country.”
“Yes,” interrupted the recruit, “but not to eat it.”