It was 1952 at Parris Island. At this point in time we were assigned to wood barracks. Lights were out, time to sleep. I had taken a raw carrot from evening mess back to my bunk. I guess I was hungry, so I started to eat my carrot. A fellow recruit didn’t like the noise I was making, and we had a fistfight. All hell broke loose. Needless to say, it got the attention of our drill instructors. Our bunks were upper and lower, and we were ordered to do the “over and under” around the entire squad bay. I wasn’t too popular after that!