Happy Sunday Morning-
A Good, Army Breakfast
by Rob Mancebo
While out on Army maneuvers, the First Sergeant was up early checking on the guards. It was ‘O’dark early’ in the morning as soldiers like to grumble. The sky was getting light but none of the troops were really up and around except the cook. That worthy had been up and busy for some time preparing everyone a good, GI breakfast. He had the huge field grill fired up and had just finished scrambling something like thirty dozen eggs. He’d scraped that mountain of cooked eggs down into the steel trough at the end of the grill to keep warm.
The Top Sergeant just stopped by to greet the cook and see how breakfast was progressing. Well that cook had wisely located the grill under a spreading tree in anticipation of the afternoon when he’d be out there cooking in the heat of the day. It was a good thought, however he hadn’t considered who else might be using that particular tree. While they were talking, a curious squirrel came down to a lower branch and took a flying leap, down onto that hot grill. It skittered across that sizzling iron like sixty and when it reached the edge it jumped-- right into the trough full of scrambled eggs.
The little fellow instantly went under in the slippery mass. All was not lost though, he bobbed up a moment later, dog-paddling like a trooper for the far side. In two shakes of his bushy tail, he was up and over the side of the pan and scurried off back up to the safety of his tree.
The Cook and the First Sergeant looked at each other, then back at the 30-dozen eggs that had just had a dirty, flea-bitten squirrel use them as a swimming pool.
The Cook looked around to make sure they were alone then shrugged and said, “Well, Top, there’s the meat with the eggs this morning.”