We were dismissed for Thanksgiving liberty. All the lifers went home to their families and left me to go to the chow hall.
I'm going to pick up some chow for dinner.
We need more puppy chow.
We're all famished; it's time to chow down.
Our tasty grooves are better than a chicken chow mein!.
After quick greetings to those who were still awake, some of our group went to eat at the midnight chow, some went to use the phones, some went to shower, and others, like me, just went to sleep.