A truly hilarious video from 1943, Food For Fighters, detailing the dedication of the Army to quality rations for the troops. I imagine a room full of GI’s watching this video and laughing their heads off. Virtually every veteran of World War II I have encountered has complained about the quality of the rations. My late father-in-law was a Navy cook during the War. He developed a life long detestation of mutton when he was forced to prepare it for six months aboard ship because it was the only meat they were supplied. He did his imaginative best, and he was a very good cook, but the sailors were ready to mutiny by the time the ship received a different type of meat.
It’s good to see ancient traditions going strong: soldiers grousing about their rations (since forever) and technological attempts to improve said rations back to the “desecrated vegetables” of the Civil War.
According to my brother who was in the Army in the late 90s MREs were dubbed “Meals, rejected by Ethiopians.”
A couple NY Times articles about our coalitions partners versions of the MRE:
On July 25, 2012 at 4:04 pm Donald R. McClarey said:
I think the old Army adage is true Thomas, the time to worry in a unit is when suddenly soldiers aren’t complaining!
On July 25, 2012 at 9:40 pm Fabio P.Barbieri said:
I think you would have to struggle to find anything worse than what we had in my induction month, before I was dispatched to my unit. To give you an idea, I was sick four times in one month, and on one occasion fainted on morning parade. There was “mineral water” that was salt, I kid you not, and wine that was undrinkable; the only way to actually use them was to mix them together. What really made me angry, however, was that when we were put on kitchen duty, we saw that avalanches of good and expensive food, including huge wedges of Parmesan cheese, were just being wasted or misused. It was laziness by the supervising officers,corruption among the suppliers, despair among those who actually worked there – and taxpayers’ money being wasted like water. Then, of course, I was attached to an Alpini unit ran by some of the finest officers in the Italian army, and I never was sick again for the rest of my period. Let’s just say that the first month’s induction had got me ready for the worst that could happen to me anywhere including military jail.
On July 25, 2012 at 9:47 pm Donald R. McClarey said:
Some military experiences are truly universal Fabio. My three years with the United States Army was immediately after Vietnam and frankly the Army was a mess: low morale, budget cutbacks, too many good officers and men getting out, and too many burnouts trying to stay in. The Army improved immensely over the years, primarily due to dedicated officers and noncoms, and the Reagan buildup.
We still had access to C-rats when I was in… you could weaponize the peanut butter. My third year in I drew a cake billet where the First Class in the chow hall drove a Cadillac and was independantly wealthy. It was a small station with only 90-95 personnel. Officer and enlisted mess was together. We ate gooooodddd. Steak at least once a week and shrimp at least once a week. About wanted to cry when I was ordered to Quantico, HDQTRs Battallion for the Marine Corp. Shoot I still want to cry.
Dennis
When it comes to field rations, any MRE can be made into a fine dish. A little bit of hot sauce and it is all good. As for a two year old sandwich, I am sure it is like fine wine in a box. It just gets older with age.
On August 2, 2012 at 8:31 pm Donald R. McClarey said:
When I was in the Army a Sergeant Major I knew, full blooded Apache, told me that any Army chow was improved if you ate it in the dark with a clothes pin on your nose!
Ah…as the times go by and yes, we had MRE’s in training, but I just got back from deployment, and yes, again, we had MRE’s. I never ate the complete meal, but picked and chose each time I had to endure. I think that in the least, they make for good stories. Great post. Thanks guys!
Donald R. McClarey
Publius
It’s good to see ancient traditions going strong: soldiers grousing about their rations (since forever) and technological attempts to improve said rations back to the “desecrated vegetables” of the Civil War.
According to my brother who was in the Army in the late 90s MREs were dubbed “Meals, rejected by Ethiopians.”
A couple NY Times articles about our coalitions partners versions of the MRE:
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2010/09/04/weekinreview/20100905_gilbertson.html
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/05/weekinreview/05gilbertson.html?_r=1
I think the old Army adage is true Thomas, the time to worry in a unit is when suddenly soldiers aren’t complaining!
I think you would have to struggle to find anything worse than what we had in my induction month, before I was dispatched to my unit. To give you an idea, I was sick four times in one month, and on one occasion fainted on morning parade. There was “mineral water” that was salt, I kid you not, and wine that was undrinkable; the only way to actually use them was to mix them together. What really made me angry, however, was that when we were put on kitchen duty, we saw that avalanches of good and expensive food, including huge wedges of Parmesan cheese, were just being wasted or misused. It was laziness by the supervising officers,corruption among the suppliers, despair among those who actually worked there – and taxpayers’ money being wasted like water. Then, of course, I was attached to an Alpini unit ran by some of the finest officers in the Italian army, and I never was sick again for the rest of my period. Let’s just say that the first month’s induction had got me ready for the worst that could happen to me anywhere including military jail.
Some military experiences are truly universal Fabio. My three years with the United States Army was immediately after Vietnam and frankly the Army was a mess: low morale, budget cutbacks, too many good officers and men getting out, and too many burnouts trying to stay in. The Army improved immensely over the years, primarily due to dedicated officers and noncoms, and the Reagan buildup.
We still had access to C-rats when I was in… you could weaponize the peanut butter. My third year in I drew a cake billet where the First Class in the chow hall drove a Cadillac and was independantly wealthy. It was a small station with only 90-95 personnel. Officer and enlisted mess was together. We ate gooooodddd. Steak at least once a week and shrimp at least once a week. About wanted to cry when I was ordered to Quantico, HDQTRs Battallion for the Marine Corp. Shoot I still want to cry.
Dennis
When it comes to field rations, any MRE can be made into a fine dish. A little bit of hot sauce and it is all good. As for a two year old sandwich, I am sure it is like fine wine in a box. It just gets older with age.
When I was in the Army a Sergeant Major I knew, full blooded Apache, told me that any Army chow was improved if you ate it in the dark with a clothes pin on your nose!
Ah…as the times go by and yes, we had MRE’s in training, but I just got back from deployment, and yes, again, we had MRE’s. I never ate the complete meal, but picked and chose each time I had to endure. I think that in the least, they make for good stories. Great post. Thanks guys!