Yeah, I hear you about roughing it. I can remember a couple times when we were at general quarters for an extended length of time and we had to send somebody all the way down to the mess deck (one deck below and at least forty feet forward) to get our box lunches.ScottyD'sdad wrote:......
This wimpy Navy man, heated his C rats over little balls of C4 explosive, in the field, with the Marines. Wish I had a manifold to hear it on! (Viet Nam, 68 Tet offensive)
Ed
They kinda frowned on me using my toys to heat my own food. I had access to nuclear weapons. (Tanker War {Google it} was twenty five years later when I found out it had a name)