And while we were talking motorcycles,
I don’t know if many people realized what
a dispatch rider carried on his motorcycle.
We had two saddlebags,
one saddlebag on the side.
On the back of the bike,
I had a one man pup tent,
just a small thing that you could barely get into.
And your saddlebag and any equipment
you wanted to carry in it,
two or three gallons of gas in your jerry can
on the other side because
there’s no place to stop and
gas up in situations I’d be in.
And I had some utensils that I
gathered up myself - two little strips of iron,
about this big around and
I had a short shovel that everybody
was issued for digging a trench and
a small frying pan, where I got it,
I don’t know.
But, at that time, all my life,
I’ve never smoke cigarettes,
so when I got my cigarette rations,
I would have them with me and
I could stop into farms somewhere and get
maybe two eggs for a package of cigarettes.
I would dig a scoop out of the ground,
put a little gas in it, these two bars and
my pan on it and fry an egg.
So that went on all through my service.
That was one of my big thrills.
I had fresh eggs and I didn’t
know too many else that had them.