I was going thru an old notebook of mine and a note about a  military hospital  experience of mine, years ago,  caught my eye.  This was no big deal ( it was to me at the time)  but I'll always remember that night.

HOT SOUP AT THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING

I was in this military hospital for a tonsilectomy.  I remember being in the operating room and the doctor was starting to do his thing.  The anesthetic had not quite knocked me out.  I faintly remember hearing the doctor letting out a stream of profanity that would have put a pirate to shame.  Apparently one  his forceps had slippied off a tonsil.  Then I blacked out.

Back in my hospital room after the tonsilectomy, I became conscious.  I was really nauseated.  I couldn't face up to lunch or dinner brought to me on a tray.  I dropped off to sleep.

I woke up about three AM in the morning almost feeling like a human again except for the pain and soreness where my tonsils used to be.  I was hungry as hell. The hospital was quite.  I went exploring and found the now vacant dinning hall.  Nobody there  .However I could hear noises from the hospital kitchen next door to the dining room and headed there.

I told the cooks about my tonsilectomy and that now I was hungry as hell.  They were good guys and heated up some 'cream of tomato' soup and gave me a bowl of that.  I sat at a little table in the hospital kitchen and devoured that wonderful soup.  I had a second bowl.   Damn !     It was good.

Some things, you never forget.