Stop in for a cup of coffee

So this weekend was a bit of an oddity and rare first experience for me at drill. After nearly 18 years, I thought I’d experienced just about everything you could experience outside of a combat tour.

anyway, growing up, all I ever heard my grandfather talk about was all the drills and trainings where they’d go to Michigan or to the base I’m now assigned too, and find mushrooms or go fishing and fry up mushrooms and fish using ammo cans(eventually they started “acquiring” pans from the mess section) and use the engines in their Pattons tanks to heat the oil.

well I’ve never not even once seen anyone in any of my units ever do anything remotely like that. Even when I’d find a mushroom or three , no one knew what they were but me and no way to cook them up(they guard empty ammo cans like their nuclear weapons these days).

well until yesterday. Without any planning or coordination, a few of us all brought back a handful of morels and even some blue gill and crappie. We fried them up for dinner last night and again for lunch. Good times.