I saw grown men fight over Peaches and Pound Cake (Not to be confused with the two bar girls in Saigon at Lucy's)..... In fact my birthday cake for my 19th Birthday was a C rat pound cake that was iced with a powdered sugar & dairy creamer made icing.
After 26 years of C's and MRE's ,off an on, I now make sure nothing I buy or prepare for dinner has a shelf life .......:o)
Stay Safe !
Funny thing. I grew up for two years of my life in North Carolina, where my Dad was stationed at Camp Lejeune. Got to eat canned pound cake. Tasty stuff! Though I thought the port cheese was really cool.
The first time I had an MRE was when I was a freshmen at Texas A&M and I did the Marine Corps Orientation trip to MCRD and Pendleton. They were the newest thing for us pups in '83.
As a surface puke, I didn't gets to experience MREs. But once in the reserves, I got to observe a LCDR take a beautiful Lasagna and turn it into goulosh with a spatula.
At that point I truly understood the irony of Chef describing his cook training in "Apocalypse Now"
(boiling the marbled beef in vats and turning everything grey) Scary stuff.
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