We picked up LRPs whenever we flew a patrol out into the boonies. Every few days we carried them hot chow in marmites with ice cream in styrofoam. Had to hover straight down into a keyhole shape the grunts hacked out of the canopy. They `tipped’ us with LRP rations. I recall spaghetti & meatballs (much better than the `C’ version which was pretty good) and beef stew. Boil one each canteen cup of water, pour into the LRP bag, & stir.
I should point out our battalion had a super mess sergeant who loved his work. He served roast beef so often we called it `Cav steak’. An eggs to order breakfast started our every mission day.
Even so, it was fun to cook chow in your own hootch.
You just refreshed my memory, for sure.
Yep, our evening meals were almost like a ritual.