Flashback...

      What would a blog be with a book reference?  ECV sent me a World War II, history book. While reading it I found a description of military K-Rations from the 1940s. This flashed me back to my time in the Marines in the early 60s. We seldom had K-Rations, they were lighter survival fare. Often when we were on field exercises, without a field kitchen, we lived on C-Rations (later,Meal Combat Individual or MCI).
     It was a bit of the luck of the draw what combination would be found in the ration box issued. Often trades could be made with other Marines. There was one thing no one would accept in trade; ham and Lima beans. Never was anyone around me known to eat it. One bite would meet the monthly maximum requirement for sodium. It was so salty it was inedible.  Unprintable names came to attached to it.
     On the whole C-Rations weren't bad. The canned, boned chicken or turkey was really good. Canned fruit was fine; peaches, apricots, plums, etc. Chewing gum and a small chocolate bar were standard as were 4 cigarettes and matches. Dessert, canned, was included and featured either "Mother's Cookies", as imprinted, or pound cake. (See the Wikipedia article Below.)
      Marines never ate as well as the Navy. When we were aboard ship...I spent about 6 months at sea...or on a Navy base, the food was better than on Marine bases. We maybe fought better but they cooked better. 😀
      My memories of C-Rations are basically positive

"In 1973, Army Colonel Henry Moak was issued a MCI ration during his stay in Vietnam. Included in the MCI ration was a can of pound cake, manufactured in 1969. He kept the unopened can and vowed to eat the pound cake when he retired from the Army. On July 24, 2009, with news media and dignitaries in attendance, Moak opened the forty-year-old can and ate the contents. He noted that the pound cake still looked and smelled like fresh pound cake." Wikipedia

    On more serious note; Pastor Mary is reading H Is For Hawk and forwarded these three sentences about grief to me.

It is more like earth under a spade, turning up things you had forgotten. 

Surprising things come to light: not simply memories, but states of mind, emotions, older ways of seeing the world. 
The archaeology of grief is not ordered.

    Unfortunately my Kindle will not accept Hawk, but these sentences resonate.

Takk for alt,

Al