Dinner for the Crew on the Mess Deck

Jake is Hungry! Can you remember those long chow lines? Lines that went the entire length of the ship, on the hangar deck, down two decks to the Mess Deck? Gave you a nice two hour 'break' from your normal routine.. and once you got to the galley, your appetite was huge? You could smell those good smells and your mouth started to water.. There is one thing indisputable about life on the Fighting Hannah: The food Was great and worth the So are these sailors waiting to chow down!
long wait in those lines! Don't you miss the Camaraderie of taking chow with your buddy or buddies? The chitter-chatter (scuttlebutt), and the fun of watching your cup slide from one side of the table to the other during high seas? What an adventure! Check out these contented faces of Hancock Sailors, taking chow with the gusto of hard workers, which we all were.

The Mess Deck was a happy place - but hurried!

T-Bone anyone? Ahem, how do you like your steak done? When you consider how big our ship was, it is incredible to even think that we'd enjoy good food that tasted good, yet we found it all the time on Hanna. Do you remember 'Hancock Steak'? That was Roast Beef for those of you who have forgotten over the years... or how about 'HC'? There is no need to describe what thatmeans.. if you can remember then you certainly are a true Salt! Hint: "Cold Cuts"... Did you guess now? There was perhaps only two meals which I didn't look forward to on the Hancock. First,
Pork Steak (which, incidentally, tasted like the soul of someone's worn out blackshoe, and second, Frog legs.Jake, finished with Dinner, waits for Steve to finish - slow poke!Yes! We had Frog Legs on Hannah perhaps twice a year. That was two times too many for me, but many didn't share my disdain for this meal. To me, eating an amphibian is like eating your gold fish or pet turtle ha ha

One meal on Hanna that often brought grumbles through the lines (the scuttlebutt followed up the line to the very end.. like a telephone line... was S.O.S. or what we called, "Shit on a Shingle" - /aka/ Chipped Beef on Toast, in a white sauce. In the Navy, we had all kinds of names for things. These are the names that stuck out, and remained in the conundrum of my mind, all these years. Often gross terms, but if you are in the Navy any length of time, these names become so common, they no longer are unusual but accepted terminology. That's a subject for another page on here but what I will say, is that once I mustered out of the Navy, it took me perhaps 6 months to a year to 'clean up' my language! ha ha