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To: djone

A lot of WWII veterans can never stand the sight of bologna, as the lowest grade of it was used to feed the troops at the giant training camps.

Some soldiers were in the habit of after eating breakfast, to just stand around the main entrance of the mess hall, knowing that the bologna would make them vomit on schedule, and they wanted to send a message to the staff.

Eventually, the Army decided to replace the bologna with an even cheaper meat: boxcars full of aging salmon on ice. At the time it was thought of as a “junk” fish, and this was really low grade stuff. But that was too much, and the troops near rioted in protest.

Ironically, many southern soldiers abhorred most any food other than grits, so had to be forced to eat other food, if for no other reason than to prevent Pellagra.


9 posted on 08/05/2012 1:26:33 PM PDT by yefragetuwrabrumuy
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To: yefragetuwrabrumuy

“A lot of WWII veterans can never stand the sight of bologna, as the lowest grade of it was used to feed the troops at the giant training camps.”

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Dad served in WWII, but he loved bologna. Like I said though, had to be fried or grilled.


10 posted on 08/05/2012 1:36:29 PM PDT by fatnotlazy
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Well yefragetuwrabrumuy it didn’t end after the war cause in the late 60’s a sailor on any transport that didn’t serve lunch was given a pasteboard box with one baloney sandwich and a apple. How they managed every time to produce the dryest sandwich and the mushiest apple I dont know. Ahhhhh those were good times


11 posted on 08/05/2012 1:39:33 PM PDT by djone (“Two ways to enslave a country. One by the sword. The other is by debt")
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