Letters to the Editor

Eating on the run

Thanksgiving Day 1946, I was one of approximately 1,400 servicemen heading for Japan on a troop ship. Leaving San Francisco Bay, we were faced with dark, stormy and rainy weather.

A Thanksgiving dinner had been prepared. We stood at both sides of steel-topped tables to enjoy the Thanksgiving meal. As the vessel began to rock heavily, food trays were sliding, colliding with each other as they were crashing to the floor. For most men, the meal ended abruptly!

It was the only Thanksgiving dinner I didn't enjoy.

Robert Warkentin