"Do you know in which of those squad tents the mess sergeant is asleep?"

I wish you would speak to the mess sergeant about it, sir.

He is serving as a mess sergeant with an evacuation hospital.

Newly inspired, the mess sergeant returned to his field kitchen.

The mess sergeant stood with folded arms behind the serving table.

And unlike his father, he had never insulted the mess sergeants.

The mess sergeant grinned at Sten as he came through the tiny office.

Lights were on in the kitchen scow, where the mess sergeant and his crew had already been working for about an hour.

"That makes more sense to me than providing a place for the mess sergeant to sleep."

Whether or not the mess sergeant would have used it, Botchup never learned, for he turned tail and ran.