“Oh, Hicks. Hicksy, the ration party’s come.”
Pugh shook Hicks from his slumber.
“What.... The ration party? Whatta they got?”
“That’s jis’ what I’m goin’ to see. Hurry up or the rest of these hogs’ll eat it all up on us.”
They walked quickly toward the place where a queue of men had formed.
“Hurry up, you guys. Bring your canteen cups. Sergeant-major coffee.”
It was a glorious moment.
“Is it hot?” asked Hicks.
“Hot as blazes.”