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That's great. One of dad's hunting buddies and a man that taught me to sneak up on wood ducks in the swamp was a marine who spent the early part of WW2 guarding Camp David. He spoke of how well Mrs. Roosevelt treated them. He made it through Iwo Jima later in the war.
 
I remember once at the end of basic at Ft. Sill, in 1999, I was told by other platoon members to look in the far right toilet.
I looked, and I saw.
And what I saw almost melted my face like the end of raiders-
The turd was the size of a coconut, it was also solid.
It would swirl around in the bowl and then get stuck as it was too big to go down the hole.
I still don’t know which of my platoon blew out their O-Ring passing that behemoth.
 
I knew an E7 who spent a few weeks with the Greeks. He hated their food, and the whole time there he ate nothing but hard bread and feta cheese. He was emergency returned from TAD and hospitalized, where they found a turd the size of a coffee can, which they surgically removed by cutting it apart with a scalpel and dragging the pieces out with forceps.
 
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Honestly, that's the one aspect of MREs that I appreciated, 'cos I hate shittin' in the woods.

The trick is to save up the candy while you’re in the field. Then you eat all of it about the time you board the LCACs to head back to the ship.

30 minutes after you board you better be near a head to give birth to a monster.
 
The trick is to save up the candy while you’re in the field. Then you eat all of it about the time you board the LCACs to head back to the ship.

30 minutes after you board you better be near a head to give birth to a monster.


That is why we referred to them as "shit disks"!

I do not miss them at all.
 
I'm right there with you as I've been eating combat rations since the 70's till today.

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If you scraped the grease off the canned meat in the C Rat and spread it on the crackers, that would keep you semi regular...or make you puke.
 
I knew an E7 who spent a few weeks with the Greeks. He hated their food, and the whole time there he ate nothing by hard bread and feta cheese. He was emergency returned from TAD and hospitalized, where they found a turd the size of a coffee can, which they surgically removed by cutting it apart with a scalpel and dragging the pieces out with forceps.

He really was full of shit!
 
Used to always send my shitbirds to Robin Sage support. The extra special ones got to go on cruises & airline flights- to be hijacked & then taken down by SFOD-D bubbas. If you were my soldier, if you were gonna be stupid, you'd better be tough.
 
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My father would feed us WWII surplus K rations.

C rats where a step up for me.
When I was a kid my dad tried to teach me a lesson about eating whatever you can find when you're hungry enough by trying to get me to eat some canned dog food when i was making the dog's dinner. I told him that people can't eat dog food, and then got to watch him prove me wrong without so much as a flinch or a yuck face.
He doesn't talk about his time in vietnam, but i'm guessing he went through more than he lets on :)
 
When I was a kid my dad tried to teach me a lesson about eating whatever you can find when you're hungry enough by trying to get me to eat some canned dog food when i was making the dog's dinner. I told him that people can't eat dog food, and then got to watch him prove me wrong without so much as a flinch or a yuck face.
He doesn't talk about his time in vietnam, but i'm guessing he went through more than he lets on :)

I told my wife there was no such thing as cat food, dog food, etc., it was all just food. The rest is marketing.

She doesn't like it when I talk.
 
one of my favorites....Its so simple and gritty in all that is NOT said... Somewhere in here, is a tale of the transformation that the harshness of war imparts, the new reality that has zero room for wasted cognitive energy on prepackaged social norms...just a pure, literal response.
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