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So Sergeant Major Jim Oakley had the squadron formed up on the drill floor. Behind him were tables with plates, cups and bowls of soon to be issued Melmac. We were to stop using aluminum mess tins, and eat off the new stuff.

Everyone of course asked, 'where does it fit on the webbing?' 'How will I keep it clean?' 'Do I have to put my name on it?' 'How will I get my own back out of the wash tub?'

There he stood bragging about the new stuff. See he said, holding the plate out at arms length, unbreakable. And he dropped it. Yes, it shattered. Sergeant Majors don't normally laugh at themselves. But he had to.