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A mess (also called a messdeck aboard ships) is the place where military personnel socialise, eat, and (in some cases) live. In some societies this military usage has extended to other disciplined services eateries such as civilian fire fighting and police forces. The root of mess is the Old French mes, "portion of food" (cf. modern French mets), drawn from the Latin verb mittere, meaning "to send" and "to put" (cf. modern French mettre), the original sense being "a course of a meal put on the table". This sense of mess, which appeared in English in the 13th century, was often used for cooked or liquid dishes in particular, as in the "mess of pottage" (porridge or soup) for which Esau in Genesis traded his birthright. By the 15th century, a group of people who ate together was also called a mess, and it is this sense that persists in the "mess halls" of the modern military.
Messing in the Canadian Forces generally follows the British model (see United Kingdom below), from whom most traditions have descended. Basic regulations regarding the establishment and administration of messes is contained in the Queen's Regulations and Orders and the Canadian Forces Administrative Orders.
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Keywords: algeria, algerian, social(The_ mad_Marquise/Thunderstorm)
Dressed in a goat fur
We inhale intoxicating stuff
The World becomes one big blur
While we spit on the Christian bluff
We dance in the moon light
Howling at it when full
We rage throughout the night
And this isn't any bull
This the pagan time
Far away from ethics and moral
Here fun ain't a crime
You wont last to see our burial
Sacrificing to our gods and goddesses
While partying without moral or ethics
Here nothing is modest
Who cares that we're all heretics
We're neither good nor evil
We do onto them as they do to us
So burn those who burned us at age of medieval
And there will be no blue buss
This the pagan time
Far away from ethics and moral
Here fun ain't a crime