Meals Ready-To-Eat Get Tweak To Add Some Flavor To Army

Wall Street Journal | March 14, 2003 | By Dan Morse, Staff Reporter Of The Wall Street Journal

[JoeSixPack1]

Beer Cans that only tough guys could crush!!!!!

[Freedom4US]

Hmmm. Corned Beef, forgot about that one. Bleh. I always suspected it would have been good fried, but never had the time. Truly nasty, with green pimiento for added color, hee.

[SLB]

Three on the tree.

Wow, that does bring back memories. Did you ever reverse the column so you shifted on the left and had the turn signal on the right? Made for interesting comments. My dad had a 1958 Rambler American with "three on the tree" and O/D that we did this to for about a week. Had to remake the shift levers to lengthen them.

[FRMAG]

In Korea 63/64 and Nam 64/67 the hookers could whip open a coke or beer can with a P38 faster than a Tim Tyler electric can opener.

In 63/64 in Korea the steel cans wound up with both ends cut out soldered together and used as flues for chimneys.

[razorback-bert]

Beer bong!

[Trailer Trash]

"No, I tried it. It's good,"

Right on!!

Tnx 4 the Ping BTW.

I should spend more time on the forum with the cookies turned on..

The OB nuke in KoJak should be cooking a big batch this summer?

later

TT

[Tuba-Dude]

All the pound cake comments make me think back to a classic bit of Monty Python....

Walters: Let's not give him the cake...

Biggs: I don't want *any* cake...

Spadger: Look, Blackitt cooked it specially for you, you bastard.

[They all look at Blackitt rolling in the mud.]

Sturridge: Yeah, he saved his rations for six weeks.

Biggs: I'm sorry, I don't mean to be ungrateful...

Blackitt: I'll be all right.

[Shell crashes. Blackitt dies.]

Spadger: Blackie! Blackie! [He turns to Biggs with tears in his eyes.] Look at him... [He pulls up the supine form of Blackitt.] He worked on that cake like no-one else I've ever known. [He props him in the mud again.] Some nights it was so cold we could hardly move, but Blackie'd de out there - slicing lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds... I mean you try getting butter melted at fifteen below zero! There's love in that cake... [He picks up Blackitt again.] This man's love and this man's care and this man's - Aarggh! [He gets shot.]

[Biggs runs over to them in horror.]

Biggs: Oh my Christ!

Sturridge: You bastard.

Biggs: All right! All right! We will eat the cake. They're right... it's too good a cake not to eat. get the plates and knives, Walters...

Regards,

An NROTC-Nursing Cadet