When you are deep in the bush on a mission of life and death there are two main things you think of, even dwell on, your weapons and your food….or more precisely, your lack of food in general and the lack of variety in your food.

Tonight I want to explore and discuss food. Our team had to carry all of our food for this month-long mission. We did have two supply drops where our food stash was replenished. By supply drop I mean wooden crates that had been low altitude parachuted into the jungle and located on our map for retrieval. We, and by we I mean me, had to find these needles in a haystack. The crates were about the size of coffins, a reminder I suppose, and were packed with ammo, food, various types of clothing, water, medical gear and body bags.

My main focus in this reading is about my complex, love hate relationship with of all things….SPAM. I hated Spam when we began but I forced myself to accept that I would be eating a lot of it along with Pop Tarts, which though I likes…toasted anyways, I eventually lost my taste for them.

Why spam and pop tarts?------protein, fats and carbohydrates…a balanced meal….in the jungle anyway.

The following cuts from the book are sequential, which demonstrates how I evolved in regards to Spam. Disregard the lack of some context.