Lunch Lady Doris, Have Ya Got Any Grease?

The living conditions at OTS were relatively comfortable, especially when juxtaposed with the USMC barracks images I have in my head from watching Full Metal Jacket. The Air Force does not have "barracks," but rather houses its Airmen in "dorms." This proved a rather accurate title as it was almost identical to my sophomore year housing at UD while in Kettering Hall. We each shared a room and each room had its own bathroom along with two sinks and two closets.

Ain't too shabby given that we are in a training environment

While I do not have any pictures of our cafeteria, I will still take a moment tell you how terrible the food was. Terrible. And this disregards the fact that I had to shovel everything into my mouth at superhuman speed, while sitting at attention. Eating quickly might have been the only to get that food into my system non-intravenously. "Savor" is not a verb one would utilize when describing how one approached the morning scrambled eggs, the lunch-time Beef Stroganoff, or the dinner-time Chicken Kiev. I'm convinced that the eggs, stroganoff, and chicken all were the same initial food item and simply given a new title and disguised with a different seasoning or sauce.

There is a great Simpsons episode where you hear Lunch Lady Doris complain, "Thanks to budget cuts, I'm down to Grade-F meat."  Grade F meat for officers in the World's Greatest Air Force.