Butterscotch pudding

My papa never spoke to me about the war. He said the things he saw were not anything he would ever wish to share wth a sweet girl like me.
Our family always had a joke about butterscotch pudding that I never fully understood. My mema would make it and exclaim to papa 'Art! I made your faaaavorite!' Everyone would laugh until they cried, except me. But I finally was let in on the joke after papa passed.

My papa was a smartass polish man. After making a sarcastic comment to a higher ranking officer, he was put on 'potato duty'. While in the kitchen peeling potatoes, two men were attempting to fix an oven. Papa said as one was lighting a cigarette he noticed the smell of gas and instinctively ducked. As soon as he hit the floor, flames engulfed the other men and the kitchen. I'm assuming from the adrenaline, papa pulled the bars off the kitchen windows and dragged both men to safety. Both men were burned severely but I do believe survived the ordeal. After getting them out he remembered it was butterscotch pudding night so he ran back into the burning kitchen, grabbed as much butterscotch pudding as he could and took it back to his barracks. He was not remembered for saving the men but rather celebrated for saving the pudding!

 

That is a really funny story actually

 

That is pretty funny!

 

Thanks for sharing. Good story