August 19th, 2011, 09:19 AM
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| Old Salt
Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Dixie
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I wasn't in the Army instead I joined the Navy right out of high school in 1962 and believe me, we hated our Navy cooks too.
The chow was halfway edible back here in the world because we could get real milk and fresh bread and we could buy real food in town. But on the ship when we were in the Nam it was a far different story.
For one thing, the milk was canned sterilised milk and came in #10 cans and it was worse than nasty. The cooks would bake our bread in the ships galley and it was rubbery and full of holes and tasted funky. Our eggs were powdered and had a lovely greenish tint to them. The mess cooks in the serving line would cut the eggs up in squares and flop one of them down on your tray and they tasted like rubbery crap. We had chipped beef on toast and that was the best thing we had to eat and it was great. We also had a concoction of hamburger meat, tomatoes, onions, etc over toast that we called shit on a shingle and it was nasty too.
We had a drink, much like cool aide that we called bug juice and once we departed Pearl Harbour for the Tonkin Gulf, once the milk and bread ran out that we'd picked up in Pearl, I'd drink bug juice for the next ten months until our tour of duty was over.
Once when we went into port at Subic Bay to rearm, I went over to the Navy Exchange on the Naval Base and bought a large lockable aluminium steamer trunk, that I kept locked up back in the emergency radio room. I kept that trunk, that I still own by the way, filled up with beanie weenies, sardines, Vienna sausages, cookies, crackers and other goodies. Since the emergency radio room was my battle station I had the key to it and no one else could get at my goodies.
When they'd announce chow over the 1MC, I'd go check the chow line and if the food didn't look edible .... I'd go dig into my stash of goodies and eat it rather than the crap the rest of the crew was having to choke down. I also bought several bottles of Louisiana hot sauce and everytime I'd go through the chow line I'd have a bottle of that hot sauce in my back pocket to put on the slop they served us as chow. To this day, I still put hot sauce on everything I eat.
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