Small world, Mr. Medico! Thinking back, I am pretty sure TSgt. Sargenti ran the salad room at the general mess. He used to make special salads for the WMs such as a marinated mushroom that was fantastic. Remember, the WMs ate in a separate section on the other side of the galley. The poor men didn't rate. Of course this was before political correctness, favoritism, and sexual harassment. Oh, they existed, we just didn't have names for them nor care. The last time I saw TSgt. Sargenti was when I was in Santa Anna to go through an H-53 fam course. There wasn't room on base so the group of us stayed at a motel in town right across from either an IHOP or some other franchise breakfast type place. We all ate huge breakfasts of waffles or pancakes with fruit and whipped cream. No, we didn't get fat 'cause that was, usually, the only meal we ate. The rest of the day's intake was liquid. Hell, we were just going to school, didn't have to fly. I was a Capt. selected for Major at the time. Fun week or so. Anyway, this experience with the salad room issued me into the salad room at the SNCO mess on my next tour of mess duty. Man, we could steam boil a gross of eggs in nothing flat!
More likely the grass diminished the ability to know what else was on the plate. That's where the religion comes in. Do some grass and then pray that whatever is on the plate or in the bowl is safe.
