KP Duty

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billrunnels

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I hadn't been at Basic Training long before being assigned KP duty. I was instructed to report to the Mess Hall Sargent early morning the next day. When I arrived the SGT suggested I have breakfast then see him in his office. I did so and he led me to a back room of the Mess Hall and pointed to a large pile of pots and pans the cooks had used to prepare the breakfast menu. Wash them he said and have them ready for use to prepare lunch. I rolled up my sleeves and completed the task. After a short period I had lunch then went to the back room only to find a pile of pots and pans from the lunch serving so I started the process again. This time I finished a little early and thought I could enjoy a period of rest. Not so, the old SGT had me join four other recruits who were pealing potatoes for the dinner menu. Everything went down hill from here. Fridays, my KP day, were fish days and I don't like fish/odor so I did not eat dinner. Instead I headed for the dirty pots an pans room, rolled up my sleeves and began the process for the third time. I was elbow deep in greasy water that reeked of fish odor which really took it's toll on my stomach. I managed to keep everything down until finished. The entire KP Crew then scrubbed the floor and tables. A memorable experience to be sure. It was a long, long day.

P.S. On my second KP assignment I drew the cush job of counting the number of recruits that showed for each meal.
 
KP (Mess Hall Duty in the Nav) SUCKS! One night the Recruit Master at Arms and I were stuck with marching our company to supper because the RPOC was at sick call. One of our troops p!ssed off the chow hall chief, who responded by grabbing Dave and me for unscheduled MH Duty (his idea of "a lesson in military leadership"), and sending the company back to the barracks leaderless. We worked the scullery til midrats was secured at 0130, scalding our hands, then got 3 1/2 hours sleep til reveille. We felt aggrieved and persecuted and were looking forward to Service Week with trepidation, having heard it was heavy on Mess Hall Duty.
When Service Week came around, all the company except Dave and I worked 13 twenty-hour days in a row at the chow hall, from breakfast prep to midrats secure. We got assigned to drill hall duty, which was a "civilized" twelve-hour day of light custodial work. (And a full night's sleep every night.)
Our first morning back on training schedule, we got hit with an 0400 surprise personnel and barracks inspection. Everybody dead on their feet, we failed miserably!
I imagine tales like this probably resonate with all of you who've served. And leave the rest wondering.
Cheers,
Wes
 
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