Story #4320

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I did my basic training in 1974. Outside every mess hall, there were trash cans, some of them marked Edible Garbage and others marked Inedible Garbage.

On the second day of Reception, someone asked the drill sergeant what was the deal with the trash cans. Drill Sergeant Brown explained that the Edible Garbage was regularly boxed up and sold to the local pig farmers.

“But what about the Inedible Garbage, DS?”

“That’s tomorrow’s lunch.”