It'd been a rough week for the Rat Patrol and right now all Tully and Hitch wanted was a warm meal and a lot of sleep. They got through the line and were heading to a table when an angry soldier started complaining about the food, "Maybe he'll quiet down after a while.." Murmured Tully.
"This slop ain't fit for fightin' men like us!" The man yelled, "It ain't even fit for the krauts!" He stood up and tossed his food across the room. Several men ducked as stray bits of food came their way, Tully wasn't so lucky. Everyone watched shocked as Tully was hit square in the face with a glob of potatoes.
He exhaled and wiped away the gooey mess and calmly scooped up his own food and threw it back at the man. It hit him in the chest sending food running down his shirt and onto his pants. Suddenly food was being flung from everywhere and no one noticed two sergeants entering. Hitch watched petrified as two handfuls of food sailed across the room and smashed into Troy and Moffit.
The tent became deathly silent and everyone waited tensely, "Who. Threw. That." Growled Troy.
No one answered and Hitch and Tully took the moment of confusion and managed to escape, "That was close.." Breathed Hitch.
"Yes, it was, too bad you didn't get away lads." They turned around sighing knowing they'd been caught, "Chin up, at least you didn't actually hit us with the food." Moffitt said turning around.
The privates fell into step behind Moffitt, "Think they'll ever figure out?" Whispered Hitch.
"Not as long as we don't tell." Replied Tully.