My dear Excellency! I have not gone to war to collect cheese and eggs, but for another purpose.
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World War II really fascinated me because it's the only time that everybody in this country sat down at the same table, because eating on rations was your patriotic duty.
How can anyone govern a nation that has two hundred and forty-six different kinds of cheese?
We don't go to war to protect Pizza Hut or Burger King or some other things, some of the nonsense I've seen on our battlefields.
6,000 people were killed, crippled, and wounded during the War of Independence. The economy was devastated - there was no milk, just milk powder. No eggs, but egg powder. Meat was only once a week.
I like a cheese and pickle. Nice cheese and pickle on a real old-fashioned bread. Ploughman's lunch.
I remember eating in school in the years after the Second World War. Most of my friends had miserable portions of Spam with an inedible, glutinous pudding served in containers we called 'coffins.' As a vegetarian, I had a lump of loathsome cheese and some bread.
If you're going to America, bring your own food.
Government acquisition of food supplies in time of war is no less important than conscription. Equity is the fundamental principle applicable to both these essential phases of war administration.
I love cheese and biscuits, the stronger the better.
I got sent some cheese once. I'm not sure if that was saying something about my act, or just because I like cheese.
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