Like many 18 year old's, I joined the military during WWII.

My very first day I remember going through my first chow line. I picked up the large mess tray and proceeded down the chow line and came to the large chocolate slab cake. The Mess Sergeant picked up a spatula and put a piece of cake on my tray.

I asked him if I could have 2 pieces, he smiled and said "why sure." He reached under the counter, picked up a knife and cut the piece on my tray in half.

I sure learned military life taste.