The Mess Hall Song
(to the tune of "Long, Long Trail A-winding")

There's a long long trail a-winding up to the mess hall each day.
We tramp,(we tramp) that never ending road three times a day.
When the long platoon has halted that's when we all comprehend, No matter where we're standing

THEY PEEL OFF FROM THE OTHER END.

There's a long, long line a-waiting a-waiting patiently to eat
We only stand an hour or so upon our weary feet
When at last we get to dining we're all so tired, we're just all in.
Then comes the call that drives us crazy,

EVERYBODY FALL IN!