Re: MRE's hehe

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Interesting, and very funny. Made me LOL. Must be the MRE's are different now though. My youngest boy and his friends in Iraq thought the food pretty good, considering. I've started taking MRE's with me on hunting trips. The ham is the best of the meats, but the beef patty is pretty much ok. The veggi meal is actually the best of the MRE's to my taste. Neither I, nor my son, nor any of his or my friends have ever experienced the "symptoms" you describe. I have 12 different varieties of MRE's in my garage now. The highest caloric measure as printed on the labels is 1800 with most being around 1200. The military believes that the caloric intake of the average male soldier is 2800-3000 calories per day (not per meal) under combat conditions and (if I remember correctly) 2200 calories under normal duty - females less. Two MRE's a day is about right, energy wise.

The Army cannot function under the symptoms Kevin described, and they don't. No one is saying this is gourmet food, far from it, but folks should consider the requirements of a soldier when reading or hearing accounts as described below. Keep in mind that commanders (including generals) in the field eat the same rations as the men and wouldn't put up with such crap (no pun intended). I'm not discounting the writer's post or calling into question Kevin's voracity in any way, but if anyone thinks his experience is the norm, or even common, their bullshitometer isn't functioning.

Regards,
Bob Blakely, USAF Retired.
Aaron Blakely, USA Retired.

From: "Kevin" <kevin@xxxxxxxx>


I laughed for a long time after reading this. I was in the Air Force a in the 80's. I was in mobile communicatons and experienced both c-rats and mre's. I prefer c-rats.
Usually before going to the field, I would pack a bag with canned food so that I wouldn't have to rely on the combat meals.
Once I went out to the field for a week and forget to bring any additional food and was for to eat MRE's for a week.
I tried to just eat the dehydrated fruit and the very heavy candy bars. Even though I was warned not too, I ate the fruit dry. The dehydrated pork and beef patties were disgusting but after a few days I had to force myself to eat it.
Once I got home my stomach started hurting and I realized that I hadn't gone to the bathroom in a week!
After much groaning and sweating I was finally able to force out the fruit tree that was growing in my body.
I had to hit it with a stick to get it to flush.
The most amazing thing about your story is that the girl actually liked the food. We tried everything but could never mask the actual taste of the food. One of the most important items in anyones food stash at that time was a bottle of good hotsauce!


To anyone who has ever eaten MREs you will appreciate the humor in this
more than most.
From a friend's friend in theater
I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before,
the girl asked me to "Cook her something she's never had before" for
dinner.
After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I finally
settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten.
I got out my trusty case of MRE's. Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations
that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories. Here's what I
made:
I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out
three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-King, and eight
packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/re hydrated
rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sauteed in
shaved garlic and olive oil.
In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice
together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like
succotash.
I added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan
that
I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees.
When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a
bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese
(kind of like Velveeta) and added some green sprinkly thingys from one of
my spice cans (hey, if it's got green sprinkly thingys on it, it looks
fancy right?)
For dessert, I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed 'em up, added five
packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I
heated
it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous
organism, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it.
Voila--Ranger Pudding.
For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special
Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named "Military Special"--it
sells for $4.35 per fifth) and mixed in four packets of "Electrolytes -
1 each - Cherry flavored" (I swear, the packet says that). It looked
like an eerie kool-aid with sparkles in it (that was the electrolytes I
guess... could've been leftover sand from Egypt).
I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the
table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that $hit
is f***ing EXPENSIVE... my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600),
and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine decanter.
She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE
spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw
the
food, and said "This looks INCREDIBLE!!!"
We dug in, and she was loving the food. Throughout the meal, she kept
asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I
obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of
balked at the makeshift "wine" I had set out, but after she tried it I
guess she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner.
At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed
with delight at the "Chocolate mousse" I had made. Huh? Chocolate what?
Okay...yeah... it's Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make... yup.
Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my
restroom. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself "uh
oh" and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of
dismay.
Let the games begin.
She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each,
Orange scent. Yup. The Army even makes smellgood) and returned to the
couch, this time with an obvious pained look.
After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the
bathroom for the second time. I could hear her say "What the hell is
WRONG with me???,"as she again send flatulent shockwaves into the
porcelain bowl. This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the
toilet paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener.
Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the chair
instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her
chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly. Suddenly, without a
word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and
didn't come out for 30 minutes.
I turned the movie up because I didn't want her to hear me laughing so
hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks.
She came out with a slightly gray palor to her face, and said "I am
SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so
embarrassed, I can't believe I keep running to your bathroom!!" I gave
her an Immodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed.
Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she
had
enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her
all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can.
After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of
"Army food" she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and
said
"I ate 9,000 calories or dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?"
After I concurred, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without
a
word.
She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn't $hit for 3 days, and when
she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from
down the hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to
combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook
dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the
food beforehand.
It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually, and said that
was the first time she'd ever crapped in a guy's house on a date. She'd
been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom, while I had been
in
tears on the couch.
I know, I'm an a$$hole, but it was still a funny night




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