Alexander diary, 1917-1918 / Roy Alexander - Page 17
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[Page 17]
1917
3rd June.
Yesterday's events seemed unreal – dreams – on awakening this morning. But the brown hammocks swinging in rows quite brought back the reality of things.
"Breakfast" was at 8.
On the tables (bare, of course) were a couple of dishes of bread – vile-smelling blackish dough which resembled nothing so much as well-chewed "Spearmint." Black, sugarless coffee came along also – was very good.
We mess in the partitioned off "Officers Quarters". Dinner (at 11.30 am) was considered "special", being Sunday. Consisted of soup, a small piece of Hamburger steak & large quantities of dried potatoes.
The method of serving is rather funny. A steward carries along a couple of tins to the galley for each table; he returns the tins to the head of each table and serves out the contents to the expectant "diners".