New Lifestyle
As it turned out, I wasn't the only one with a massive appetite. By the time Dad was through with the others, there was a rumbling gastro competition going on among them. When my stomach joined in, Abigail rounded us up and herded us off to the cafeteria to fill our empty middles.
I wondered later how we must have looked: a crowd of starving kids, growing and/or filling out by the second, devouring the entire contents of the mess hall in under ten minutes. I looked up at one point to the amazed stare of an apron-clad enlisted man with a bus tray as he tried to free the empties from under us.
After our impromptu lunch, during which I heard the general in his office insisting to someone over the phone in an agitated voice the ration intake for the base be multiplied by ten,
