MILITARY SERVICE REQUIREMENTS

[Ninurta]

@"Ninurta" 

Yeah, I used to love the canned fruit in C rations.

LRRP rations were very dry, drier than MREs.  They needed water for sure.  Cut back on one thing and another requirement increases, it seems.

Also liked when the C-rats had cigarettes.  Being a non-smoker, they made for good trading.  Some were very careful about their rations, making sure the "green eggs and ham" were available for breakfast (smiling).

I did a tiny bit of patrol training.  Amazing at night how someone can walk right by and not realize someone else is there.  Not so amazing was almost getting trampled by cows when we wandered into a pasture and spooked the herd into a stampede.  

Cheers

I've got a case of FEMA MRE's here now. They're... different. Packed like MRE's, except the outer bag is clear, and they've got no salt and damned little in the way of meat in them. No meat, actually, that I could detect. They've got a giant Tootsie roll in every one that I'm pretty sure I can't eat, certain it would cost me some teeth. Have to carry extra salt to make them edible, but they have the heaters in them, so it's a trade off, I reckon.

I used to own the night, went anywhere I wanted with no flashlight, and never had much trouble. Some stormy nights were a little rough, as they were too dark even for me, and I would have to wait for lightning to flash to scope out the next leg of my route.

I understand about the cattle. I camped on a ridge one night, and woke up the next morning with the sky darker than it ought to be. Turns out it was a big black bull, probably weighed about 3000 pounds, grazing right over top of me. had one hoof at each of my 4 quarters, but on the ground, and not on me. I was too scared to move, as that bull was not something I wanted to spook with his hooves that close to me, so I laid still and waited to see if he was going to step into the middle of me at any point. I guess he thought I was a log, and he treated me like one - stepped over me as he stepped away. I still waited a while, and didn't move until he was nearly out of sight. Big black bull balls right over your head is not a welcoming sight first thing in the morning!

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But to get back on track:

I've been thinking about that gay guy in college, and figured out that the reason I accepted him was down to an English teacher I had in high school. She was probably the best teacher I ever had, and I dearly loved that woman. She had a son who was very effeminate - carried his books like a girl, scooted his feet and swished his ass like one, dressed "unisex", kept a perm in his hair when perms were not a guy thing. He started going to school there in the 10th grade - she brought him in from another school somewhere else, because I reckon he'd had trouble there, and she wanted to keep him close after that. That poor fella took a lot of shit, and somewhere in my head, when I ran into the other fella at the college, I determined that someone had to keep him from having to take the same kind of shit, and if no one else would do it, then that had to be me. His ma wasn't there to watch out for him.

So my attitude was probably installed in my by a high school English teacher many, many years ago.

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