Oil

Another George story.

Seems that at Lejeune, the enlisted men's huts were heated by oil stoves, and due to one reason or another, Hut 10 ran out. They couldn't get any more, and December nights in North Carolina were very cold.

Seemingly out of options, they appealed to Lieutenant Wood. The officer listened to the complaints, thought for a bit, and told the men he couldn't officially help them.

"You know, over at the officer's hut, we always have plenty of oil," he said.

Hut 10 got the message - that night the officers looked the other way as the marines siphoned off their heating oil.

Having gotten their oil (plus a little extra), the men returned to their hut and lit their stove. They had nowhere to store their extra oil, until someone thought of the sand-filled fire buckets located in the middle of the company street. The buckets were covered so nobody would know the difference, and it would be hidden in case someone came looking for it.

The plan worked perfectly... until a fire broke out and all hands went running for the sand buckets. George saw Izzo racing down the company street yelling at a man with a bucket in hand. He had almost pitched Hut 10's spare oil on the blaze.

The fire was extinguished and Hut 10 stayed warm.