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Originally Posted by mlh
I know this is getting a little off topic. I remember my first camping trip. It was February 1967 at Fort Dix Nj. in a pulp tent. The platoon didn’t mind. We got to go home in 16 weeks and the poor old Sargent had to stay. Every morning they brought abound split pea soup. It was awful but I ate two cups of it. Man was it good.
Lynwood
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Ha ha, I arrived at Dix in November of that year. Never saw any pea soup, good thing I hate the stuff. Once a week we got French toast though and it was darn good. By then they had shortened basic to 8 weeks to churn them out faster. After 4 weeks we went home for Christmas. Coming back was worse than the first arrival because we all knew what we were coming to. I wonder which month was colder, Feb or Nov.