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LIGHTING THE BARRACKS STOVE
 
 (Did this really happen or did I dream it?   Didn’t we have a better way to warm our barracks?  I can’t remember what.)

So what’s the big deal about lighting a stove?
It’s the gasoline we had to use for heating fuel, that’s what.
 
A few yards from our row of concrete barracks buildings was a big pile of what I’m told was coke.  But not one lump was for us.  It was surrounded by a wire fence and there was a guard on duty. 
 
To solve the heating problem, resourceful barracks occupants had gone to the scrap pile and obtained a glycol tank, some metal tubing, and a valve.  The tank was mounted at the edge of the roof.   Tubing was attached to it and run down to the stove.  The valve was located at the tank.   A layer of bricks was laid on the bottom of the stove.
 
Straws or cards were drawn, or some similar method used, to determine who was going to light the stove.
 
I believe the old standard lighting procedure went like this:
 
Fill the tank with gasoline.
Evacuate the building.
The designated stove-lighter would
—enter the building
—open the stove door
—back off
—wait for the guy at the tank to open the valve, then
—approach to within a few feet of the stove
—strike a match
—throw the match at the stove door opening
—run as fast as possible away from the stove.
 
—If stove did not ignite.  Start all over again.
 
Surely, there was a better procedure than this but I don’t remember what it was.