Guy made his rounds through the mess kitchen, making sure everything was set to feed the crew. It was chicken stew tonight, so nothing special. Guy wouldn't let a bad meal go under his belt however, so he kept close watch on what went into his latest dish.<br/><br/>"Oi, Greg not to much pepper lad. Janet quit messing with the heat, leave the damned thing where it is." He cried out, barking orders to his crew as the stew neared completion. He gave it one more taste and... "Perfect, add nothing else. Good job crew, let it simmer for a few more minutes and serve it, I'll call 'em to mess." Walking out of the kitchen he went to the nearest intercom and did just that. "Attention crew, lunch is hot and ready. Come and get it people!" He called exuberantly. Satisfied he removed his hat and made his own way to the mess to see a group of men already there.<br/><br/>"Hungry so early boys?" Guy asked in a friendly tone. He didn't know their names but had seem them around here and there. They tended to stick together it seemed.<br/><br/>"Well unless you lied about that comm old man, we were just nearby when you called out, sit down why don't ya." Not one to refuse an invitation Guy did just that. The company made him feel like he was back in the days of the third war. Though he was not in the shape he was back then by a long shot, he could still fire a gun as good as the next guy. He continued stealing the spotlight within their group with old stories from the wars, and more than once the entire table was drowned in uproarious laughter. It was sure to catch the attention of any who walked in but what was he to care? The mess hall was supposed to be a place where you could forget your troubles and what better way to forget than with laughter?