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It was good, but I couldn't put my finger on it, till it suddenly came flooding back to me. 1973, Fort Knox, KY, We had just come out of the field, and the chow hall served a hot supper. Salisbury steaks, mashed potatoes, sweet corn. It's amazing how memories work. I normally drink Evan Willians in my afternoon cocktails.