"Alright boys! Lunch is ready!" A middle aged man announced, hitting a frying pan with a ladle.
"Took you long enough." One of the soldiers said.
"Damn I'm hungry!" Another exclaimed.
One after the other, all twelve gathered taking a tray from the nearby stack before forming a line in front of a long table. Two large pots were placed on top, steam rising from each. Beside them was a basket filled with bread and an ice box with a bunch of cans in it.
"Again with the bean soup?" One of them asked.
"You got a problem with my beans?" Said the old man, pointing his ladle at the first in line.
"We eat it three times a week. Are we not allowed to complain?" The second in line peeked his head, looking at the old man with a frown.
"Silence! Be thankful or you can chew on those dry rations for the next two days!!!"
"WE ARE VERY GRATEFUL, SIR! PLEASE ALLOW US TO ENJOY YOUR MEALS!"
