ICE CREAM NIGHT
As told to me and my brother by my father Gus.Your Grandpa Frank and his brothers Uncle Petey and Uncle Tommy where all in the war together. They where all Armymen but where stationed in different bases. Your Grandpa Frank was in Hawaii or something like that, your Uncle’s where somewhere else. Three brothers from the old neighborhood in Chicago, in the navy during the war, all having no idea if the other was safe or dead or even where they where stationed at the time.
So I’m not sure exactly where they were at the time, but one day, I think it was in France or Germany or some place in Europe, your Grandpa was eating with his buddies in the mess hall. They where all charged and excited because tonight they would be treated with the rare appearance of Ice Cream. The soldiers never got ice cream and when it came along; it was a big deal to them. Cold storage was pretty difficult, and you know how finicky ice cream can get. Anyway, next thing you know a couple battalions started filing in, group after group. Lo and behold, in walked your Uncle Petey. Your Grandpa spotted him from across the room, jumped up and ran to him. They hugged and exchanged excitements and couldn’t believe that they where together. Not but 5 minutes later guess who walks into the mess hall. Your Uncle Tommy. They couldn’t believe, here they were eating together, all three brothers, and by luck or god’s grace they were all alive and well, and about to indulge in ice cream night.
After catching up and busting balls, they got up to get in line for the ice cream. While bullshitting, they all heard a noise. A far off mortar shell maybe or just a some test rounds. They thought nothing of it. Seconds later another one, then another, they got closer and closer, and by the fourth, the sirens blared and the scurried out the mess hall. Your Grandpa and his brothers despite being so close to a simple bowl of vanilla ice cream, had to flee and attend to their positions.
Within 3 minutes, they where under full attack. Your Grandpa and his brothers where taking cover in a fox hole. Shits flying everywhere, debris and smoke and noise. They where kinda scared but where happy to have each others company. Hell, if they where to die, they would die together. Your Grandpa Frank, being the crazier of the three had a look in his eye. Your uncles noticed it and knew he was up to something. They could see him plotting.
Now picture all this craziness going on, life threatening craziness. Men with guns and helmets trying to stay alive. Are you picturing this? Now imagine your Grandpa Frank, all six foot three 225 pounds of him, standing up, running out of the fox hole and into the smoke and noise. Now picture your uncles seriously thinking your Grandpa just went AWOL or nuts or just trying to save the day. But deep down, your Uncles knew what your Grandpa was up to. They waited in that fox hole, the bombing would sieze for a second and then return. Guns where firing the sky was lit up. Minutes passed and nothing. Your uncles thought he was dead, until, out of the smoke they saw a 6’ 2’ 250 man come sprinting into the fox hole. And with this 6’ 2’’ 250lb. Man was a huge industrial container. And inside that huge industrial container was nothing but sweet, American made vanilla ice cream. Complete with three spoons.
Honest to god, I’m not lying to you boys, your Grandpa and Uncles sat in the fox hole and polished off a good ¾ of that tub of ice cream. The spoons passed and the other soldiers got a taste as well. Amidst explosions, gunfire and shrapnel, they sat in that fox hole basking in there own victory like pigs in shit and ate it up.
Hey Retards,
