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<blockquote data-quote="druryj" data-source="post: 3026063" data-attributes="member: 10465"><p><u>MRE's are dangerous</u>.</p><p>We were doing a field training exercise on the Big Island in Hawaii, and me and a few of my guys got the okay to roll our poncho liners out in a GP (general purpose) supply tent back in the rear that the REMFs were using to store cases of MREs in. Wow! It was great! We actually had a dry place to sleep for a few hours for a change; more often than not, we just slept in a mud hole or under a pile of dead brush or in the weeds or something when we were in the field. Anyways, back to my story; and this is no-shizz by the way: Sometime during the night, I woke up to the sound of squealing and grunting and cardboard between shredded. 25 watts of blazing brain power slowly came on and I realized those damn pigs were in the tent and into the MREs! So, being the sharp-minded Marine I are, I sat up and popped my hi-intensity guvmint issued flashlight on and yelling Marine Corps crap (Oohrah; mostly, I imagine) at the pigs, pointed it in the general area of the commotion...Holy Crap! What I thought at the time must be the biggest pig on the island was right in my face, staring at me, sitting there under an about to collapse GP tent surrounded by torn boxes of MREs and quaking under my poncho liner. I think the smell of bowels almost being evacuated is what scared the hellish beasts off. Anyway...we just stayed awake until first light and on a high alert as we wanted to make sure the damn things didn't come back. The supply tent and carefully stacked cases of MREs was a jumbled, torn, shredded mess. We <em>GTFO</em> outta there as soon as we could and hit the hills, doing a patrol of some kind or the other; I can't really remember. Before too much longer, one of the Marines with my group found a dead pig...it looked like the thing had swallowed a grenade and it blew up. I think he got into too many of the dehydrated strawberries or something; that crap swole all up inside his pig belly once he ate 'em and basically; he exploded from the over extended gut thing one gets from expanding MREs. Those dehydrated "food-like" products were like those old sponges that get about 15 times bigger when you add water (or pig belly fluids). So; fellow OSA'ers, I repeat:</p><p><u>MRE's are dangerous.</u></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="druryj, post: 3026063, member: 10465"] [U]MRE's are dangerous[/U]. We were doing a field training exercise on the Big Island in Hawaii, and me and a few of my guys got the okay to roll our poncho liners out in a GP (general purpose) supply tent back in the rear that the REMFs were using to store cases of MREs in. Wow! It was great! We actually had a dry place to sleep for a few hours for a change; more often than not, we just slept in a mud hole or under a pile of dead brush or in the weeds or something when we were in the field. Anyways, back to my story; and this is no-shizz by the way: Sometime during the night, I woke up to the sound of squealing and grunting and cardboard between shredded. 25 watts of blazing brain power slowly came on and I realized those damn pigs were in the tent and into the MREs! So, being the sharp-minded Marine I are, I sat up and popped my hi-intensity guvmint issued flashlight on and yelling Marine Corps crap (Oohrah; mostly, I imagine) at the pigs, pointed it in the general area of the commotion...Holy Crap! What I thought at the time must be the biggest pig on the island was right in my face, staring at me, sitting there under an about to collapse GP tent surrounded by torn boxes of MREs and quaking under my poncho liner. I think the smell of bowels almost being evacuated is what scared the hellish beasts off. Anyway...we just stayed awake until first light and on a high alert as we wanted to make sure the damn things didn't come back. The supply tent and carefully stacked cases of MREs was a jumbled, torn, shredded mess. We [I]GTFO[/I] outta there as soon as we could and hit the hills, doing a patrol of some kind or the other; I can't really remember. Before too much longer, one of the Marines with my group found a dead pig...it looked like the thing had swallowed a grenade and it blew up. I think he got into too many of the dehydrated strawberries or something; that crap swole all up inside his pig belly once he ate 'em and basically; he exploded from the over extended gut thing one gets from expanding MREs. Those dehydrated "food-like" products were like those old sponges that get about 15 times bigger when you add water (or pig belly fluids). So; fellow OSA'ers, I repeat: [U]MRE's are dangerous.[/U] [/QUOTE]
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