Kptlt. Neuerburg
05-06-19, 10:51 PM
As long as there has been a military of any nation anywhere in the world there have of course been rations of some kind to feed the troops. And of course it wouldn't be the military without have someone lament about the food, hardtack biscuits, C and B rations, goober peas, and so on. Of course the modern military uses MREs or Meals Ready to Eat and in this case there is an MRE so bad it's now a T-Shirt. Menu Item No.4 the cheese and veggie omelet.
It was so bad the troops nicknamed it the "Vomelet".
https://slate.com/human-interest/2019/05/vomelet-bad-mre-omelet-military.html?utm_source=pocket-newtab
I guess I’m not mad about the pizza. Food has a serious effect on morale. It’s not just how bad a meal tastes: It’s how that meal can heighten all the other stressors of military life. For me and the other soldiers in my unit, the omelet became a stand-in for how we believed the Army felt about us and how we expected to be treated. The omelet MRE went into production just before George W. Bush’s 2007 troop surge in Iraq, which extended my unit’s yearlong tour to 15 months. Having to eat that felt like the Army was giving me the finger for helping its grandmother cross the street. When I think back to my years in the Army, yeah, I remember singing Bob Marley over the Humvee’s radio, knowing my platoon was laughing and their spirits uplifted for a brief, rewarding moment. But I can still taste the vomelet."
It was so bad the troops nicknamed it the "Vomelet".
https://slate.com/human-interest/2019/05/vomelet-bad-mre-omelet-military.html?utm_source=pocket-newtab
I guess I’m not mad about the pizza. Food has a serious effect on morale. It’s not just how bad a meal tastes: It’s how that meal can heighten all the other stressors of military life. For me and the other soldiers in my unit, the omelet became a stand-in for how we believed the Army felt about us and how we expected to be treated. The omelet MRE went into production just before George W. Bush’s 2007 troop surge in Iraq, which extended my unit’s yearlong tour to 15 months. Having to eat that felt like the Army was giving me the finger for helping its grandmother cross the street. When I think back to my years in the Army, yeah, I remember singing Bob Marley over the Humvee’s radio, knowing my platoon was laughing and their spirits uplifted for a brief, rewarding moment. But I can still taste the vomelet."