That’s what we called the IMP (field ration) omelette. It came in a foil pouch and it kind of lived up to its name in terms of appearance. I remember it bothered a lot of guys but I actually liked them.
When a fellow ended up drawing one there would usually be some cussing and some dashing around looking for someone who wanted to trade. I’d always oblige and sometimes score some extra food in exchange for doing the favour.
I remember eating supper when an old-timer overheard a fellow grumbling about the food and went on a rant about, “you kids,” and how when he enlisted it was, “take it or leave it,” and that we wouldn’t work unless we had four types of pizza to choose from(WTF?). There was a real, “uphill in both directions,” feel to that lecture.
I didn’t understand what buddy’s problem with the food was. We were well fed and I never had a bad meal on a base. One memorable thing about the food was that every meal, except breakfast, seemed to include wax beans. I’m not complaining…just saying.
When a person asks me for help with a problem I’ll sometimes tell them that if I simply tell them how to fix things then I’ll be depriving them of some important mental exercise and the good feeling of the following epiphany.
Yes, I’m aware that telling them this deprives them of discovering for themselves the joy of discovering things for themselves.
Yes, I’ll give a little direction if they’re struggling.
No, I’m not being lazy….not necessarily.
…but nothing says that you don’t care to have someone with a regular job as a customer like being closed on weekends and by 4:30 on weekdays.
I was flipping through the channels and it looks like Bear Grylls isn’t content giving the impression that someone stranded in the wilderness should do anything other than deal with immediate problems and wait for help….he seems to have a show that is an escape and evasion course for dummies and I just can’t watch.
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