Saturday, May 16, 2009
Later on when we rotated to new job assignments I became in charge of the food for the Marines. One night after I got off from a night shift at the Embassy I opened the steel gates at the end of our sidewalk. There on the front steps was a little plop of rice which I recognized had been prepared that day. Then there was another as I went into the house and more and more as I went down the hallway to my room. There in front of my bed room door on the marble floor. The Marines had shown their disgust with the food that my servants had prepared for them and had scrapped their plates on the floor in front of my door as a sign of anger.