Benjamin Franklin nailed it when he said, "Fatigue is the best pillow." True story, Benny. There's nothing like pushing your body so far past exhaustion that you'd willingly, even longingly, take a nap on a concrete slab.
Sometimes MREs are a lifesaver. Like when you’re on Day 10 of a field op, or stuck in the middle of Afghanistan with just a bunsen burner, and a rock…or something. But they aren’t what you’d want gracing the tablewhen it comes to Thanksgiving with your family.
Thanksgiving is nearly upon us, and that means a crap ton of turkey. Ahh yes, these ugly, stupid, and delicious animals will die in droves, baste in their own juices, and be devoured by countless Americans come Nov. 24. Unless somebody messes up in the kitchen. No, let’s reword that. Somebody will most definitely screw up while making Thanksgiving dinner, but if we’re lucky, someone else will be on hand to record it.
Thanksgiving morning in 2014 found me on a small Kenyan army training base outside of Nairobi. I was serving as a public affairs mentor for an African Union staff officer training course. It was hardly a foxhole Christmas, nor even my first holiday on active duty, but there was something about spending most of the day away from other Americans that was bringing me down.