Christmas Day was wholly mundane at Camp Virginia. The USO sponsored a Snowman/Sandman contest** and the managers helped serve in the DFac along with Command Cell. Holiday dinner in the DFac was gorgeous, lovely, abundant and delicious with many beautiful scultures and carvings. Other than that, it was business as usual. There were not too many troops on base since everyone going home had already left. The CBs here who are heading into theater are among the kindest we've ever encountered.
**The big boss came in just after we judged the sandman contest. "How is it possible," he asked, "to make a sandman and not have it look like a giant turd?" Actually, it's not.
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One soldier asked if I would make coffee because the pot was empty. I was surprised because our container holds 40 cups and the USO hadn't been that busy. Turned out it wasn't empty, but unknown to us, someone had "made" coffee. Instead of adding water, then the basket filled with coffee above the water and the stem, bulb side down, this genius had put in the basket filled with coffee, then the water, then the stem, bulb side up. He certainly hadn't made coffee, but he had made a colossal mess. Bettie noted the frighteningly obvious: ". . . and these people have weapons." Oy!
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