veryolddog
Smoke Blower
When I was in Viet Nam, I use to go out for 3 or 4 weeks at a time. I was given something call LRPS which for all intents and purposes was dry food to be mixed with a liquid. Two table spoons of that and you were full. Two things that I craved: cold milk and a salad. Never saw either. C-rations was a luxury meal. When I came from my missions, I had to replace my boots, clothes, and gear. They were all torn to shreds and everything rotten. I did not carry an M-16 because it was not trusted. I carried a 1911 45 ACP and an old WWII Thompson which also fired 45 ACP and 10 magazines. The Armorer cut the stock except for the handle grip. That was it for 3 to 4 weeks. My job was well... my job was stealth. I was not to engage unless absolutely necessary and I was not to be taken alive. When I came home on September 9th, 1969 after 20 months in country, I weighed 140 lbs. I am 6 feet tall. My mother thought that I was in a concentration camp. Sounds like you guys had a feast. Any body put on weight?