The war had gone on and everything had gotten to be about as normal as they could be. I'd gotten a call early in the morning from a commissary steward at the sub base. He said he wanted five dump trucks for an hour or two. So I got in my station wagon to see what was going on. I had a truck foreman, a glorified laborer, that was in charge of these five trucks.
Food is rationed.
Let me see what you're doing. So he took me to the Chief Commissary Steward. Here was a huge warehouse full of canned goods. All gallon sized. Six gallons to the carton.