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Thanks for sharing this post, Nicholas. There are so many interesting bits of information here. My husband was a Marine and talks about his C-rations to this day.
I’d love a guest post by him! Think you can talk him into it?
I’ll talk to him about it. Anything in particular you’d like to hear about?
Well, I was thinking of how well he liked his C-Ration, but really whatever he wishes to share from his time in the Marines.
Great information! Writing historical fiction, this is exactly the kind of thing I could use! Thanks so much for sharing, Nicholas!
Yay! So glad you found it useful 😀
A detailed overview of the history of forces’ rations, and most informative indeed. I actually like Spam! My Mum used to cook it in fritters when I was a child in the 1950s, and I still occasionally buy it today, to have in a sandwich. But of course, I was never in the Army. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
We had spam almost every day in the Navy. Also, I once met an English bloke at Uni who was remarkably tall. He attributed it to the fact he had frown up next to a lake where a spam factory released its (growth-hormone-infused) refuse. According to him, eating fish from the lake was responsible for his unusual height. To this day, I’m unsure whether he was kidding or not.
Could be true! 🙂
Terrific information, Sara. We’d get our MRE pouches in the morning, with breakfast. They were compact enough to fit in a BDU thigh pocket, and we’d carry them, unnoticed, until lunch. However, one thing about the MRE never ceased to amaze me. When issued, everything fit into the sealed pouch. After the meal was eaten and all the contents were consumed, the empty packaging should fit back in the pouch, no? With the food gone, one would think there’s less mass to go back into the same package. This wasn’t the case, though. No matter how much I tried, the packages wouldn’t fit back into the original pouch. I’d fold them back into their original sizes, crush out any trapped air, and smooth any wrinkled openings. All to no avail. My guess is that this may be explained by probability theories and quantum mechanics. But, I was merely a humble airman, taking weather observations. Higher science and mathematics were, and remain, beyond me.
Lol-many thanks for sharing that terrific detail, Bill!
We did not have that problem, the first place I went was in the mountains and we had the camp stoves in our tent if someone would set the Tabasco sauce on it, the package would melt and turn to tear gas and, they would do it on purpose or blow up the heat package in side by putting it in a pressurized container. Stuff like that, anyway I was just glad they came with skittles