I too remember SPAM from my childhood days up at the cottage... along with fresh bass caught that morning, bacon, fried tomatoes and bread slices fried in the leftover bacon grease (yes, in a cast-iron frying pan and cooked over an open fire of driftwood)! Truly, a meal fit for a king (or, in this case, a future SUNRAY)!
The most delightfully disgusting description of WW2 army food has to be (and will never be surpassed) by George Blackburn in THE GUNS OF NORMANDY, when discussing COMPO rations. Tomorrow I'll make Karmen 'read it and weep'...
