noon
Men sneaked into the barracks one by one and lay down on the bare cots . `` What you want to bet we wo n't leave this camp for a week yet ? '' asked someone . At noon they lined up for mess again , ate dismally and hurriedly . As Fuselli was leaving the mess hall tapping a tattoo on his kit with two dirty finger nails , the corporal spoke to him in a low voice . `` Be sure to wash yer kit , buddy . We may have pack inspection . ''