Postcards from Tradocia

dfac depression

Today at lunch the DFAC was out of both hamburgers and french fries. This is unacceptable. We’re not talking about optional items like ice cream bars here – hamburgers are a staple of the military diet.

So I asked the red-haired lunch lady for some of…that, pointing to the red and yellow and green mass of Mexican-looking food. Hey, it was multicolored, and like a racoon picking up a shiny object, finding colorful food at the DFAC is an instant draw. The lunch lady gave me a look as if I had just asked her for a plate of warm eyeballs.

I said, “What’s the matter? You’re looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“Well, you are eating here.”

I smiled and replied, “Hey, it’s free.”

She handed me the styrofoam container (they were out of plates, too) while saying, “The hospital bills aren’t…” She wasn’t laughing.

Dinner tonight wasn’t any more heartening. I long for the good ol’ days of the Wagon Wheel Inn, our old DFAC down the street…*snif*


  1. Bryce and Lola

    Thanks for your as usual vivid description of the countryside, We, too saw the gorgeous moon last night at Sam’s game in PL, Tonight we’re going to see Christy graduate. My goodness, our grandchilren all grew up so fast—and handsomely and beautifully, Liebe, G&G

  2. Inna

    Alex, That first paragraph reads like the begining of a great American novel. You are a wonderful writer.

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