That was when I was a kitchen Corporal.

The woman in the kitchen motioned to the doctor that the water was hot.

We were fifty kilometers from the front, but the adjutant worried about the fire in my kitchen.

Nick’s father went into the kitchen and poured about half of the water out of the big kettle into a basin.

She liked it the way he walked over from the shop and often went to the kitchen door to watch for him to start down the road.

We went along the road all night in the dark and the adjutant kept riding up alongside my kitchen and saying, “You must put it out.”