I HAD SPENT several weeks in Boot Camp and I had developed a hearty appetite. When I noticed my uniforms beginning to fit a little tight, I announced to everyone that it was fruit juice and salad for me from then on. My resolve lasted until mess the next evening. As I was about to sink my fork into a plateful of breaded pork chops and mashed potatoes, a recruit sitting next to me grabbed my hand….
"The Company Commander told us he wanted us ship-shape, not ship-shaped!"