B
is for Bacon Bits
By
The guys are not mine, they do however end up being tortured
by me. The good, the bad, and the wrong all belong to me.
Johnny managed to get up before the tones went off. He planned on surprising
the guys with a great breakfast. Johnny had managed to get all the fixin’s for
a western omelets, and bacon.
Johnny chopped and beat all the ingredients. He started warming the fry pans.
He put a generous amount of butter into the pan for the eggs. As it melted the
wake up tones went off.
As the rest of the crew awakened they could smell coffee. They could hear someone
whistling off in the dayroom.
“Who’s already up?” Cap asked after pulling on his bunker pants.
“Johnny, he’s not in his bunk.” Roy said shocked.
The crew made their way to the dayroom.
Johnny had the eggs in the pan with peppers and onions. In another pan the bacon
was beginning to cook.
“What’s up Johnny? Can’t make us suffer enough when you make lunch or dinner?
So, now you’re going to get us with breakfast.” Chet said pouring himself a
cup of coffee.
“You just wait Chet. You are going to be in for the surprise of your life. I
make great omelets.”
Chet gagged, “Your omelets better be better than your coffee.” Chet made a face
and took another sip.
“Johnny that does smell good,” Marco said looking over Johnny’s shoulder. “I
love western omelets.”
“Johnny, pal, that does smell good,” Stanely said then slapped his hands together.
“I say we set the table since Johnny is doing the cooking.”
The men quickly got the table set.
Roy leaned against the fridge and watched Johnny work. He could tell how happy
Johnny was that the guys might actually be looking forward to his cooking. “Hey,
Johnny I think you better get the spatter shield? That bacon is really messy.”
“Oh, I forgot,” Johnny started looking through the cabinets..
“It in the cabinet above and to the left of the stove, “ Mike said.
Johnny nodded and reached for the cabinet.
Suddenly, Johnny was being knocked to the floor. He was stunned. Johnny could
hear someone yelling. Then he realized it was Chet yelling.
“Johnny go get the equipment,” Roy yelled as he ripped Chet’s t-shirt off.
Looking back at the stove Johnny saw the open cabinet and the set off water
bomb device. Looking at Chet he saw the small red welts.
“JOHNNY equipment now.” Roy yelled.
Johnny nodded and ran for the equipment. When he returned they quickly put sterile
sheets on Chet’s arms and chest. Saline was poured over the sheets. The burns
weren’t severe but still hurt like hell.
Johnny could see Chet gritting his teeth. “It’s okay Chet, Rampart okay’d some
pain meds. Hang on.” Johnny administered the meds and saw Chet relax.
Johnny looked at the mess and realized that if Chet hadn’t pushed him out of
the way he wouldv’e gotten a face full of hot grease and water. He swallowed
hard. Looking at Chet he shook his head, “Chet thanks, man.”
Chet was able to open his eyes as the pain was under control. “Aw geeze don’t
get wishy washy on me Gage.”
Johnny patted Chet’s leg. “Okay, but thanks.”
Chet’s burns were second and first degree. Three days later there was a knock
at his door. Looking through the peep hole he saw Johnny. Chet opened the door.
“What are you doing here?”
Johnny held a grocery bag in his arms. “I figured I owed you breakfast.”
Chet smiled and let Johnny in.
Johnny prepared western omelets and bacon minus a water bomb.
“This is real good Johnny. Thanks.”
“No Chet, THANK YOU.”
Chet shrugged.
Johnny smiled.