Cup of Cocoa

We lost our last WWII veteran about a month ago. He were named Cleavon Dalrimple and he were over ninety year old when he died. I used to like to listen to him tell stories about being in Europe during the war. One of the stories he told were about being sent up to Scotland with a bunch of yanks and going into this cafe and ordering a cup of cocoa. He said he didn't like coffee and were looking all over the menu for a alternate, but he thought it were spelt koko and didn't see nothing like that. When he asked the waitress, a pretty large lady in a black and white uniform, if he might be able to get a cup of cocoa she looked down on him like he were crazy. "Cocoa, cocoa! The blooming queen can't have cocoa. You yanks come over here and think you own the bloody island." He said he were so embarrassed he just took his hat and left. Yeah, old Cleavon were a right nice fellow.