Clean tiles

I was drafted in early 1944. During processing at Fort McPherson I was assigned to the Army Air Forces and sent to Miami Beach for basic training. Most of the hotels on the Beach had been commandeered by the Army to house Air Force trainees and facilities such as mess halls built on the vacant areas between them.
One day after midday mess we had a few minutes before returning to training activities so most of us headed for our rooms for a few minutes of rest. Suddenly we heard our sergeant yell "Fall Out". I grabbed a piece of hard candy somebody's mother had sent him, popped it between my cheek and gums, as I ran to hit the stairs (not allowed to use the elevators) and fell in formation in the parking lot behind the hotel.
"Soldier, what's that in your mouth",roared Sarge. "Nuthin" ,I grunted. "Fall out", then "Spit it out", he commanded as he saw that piece of hard candy. I did. His response was "See me in the lobby at 18:00. Fall In".
I was in the lobby at 18:00. Sarge made me go get a bucket of water and some scrubbing powder and a handful of rages. Then he handed me a toothbrush with the instruction to "GI this floor" consisting of 1 inch tiles. He let me up after almost 3 hours on my sore knees and after much , much razzing by the soldiers passing through that lobby! That toothbrush didn't allow me to get much of the lobby clean, though.

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