Those pictures remind me of a family friend who, by his count, served “1 1/2”* tours in Vietnam.
A good farm raised country boy he was raised eating everything his family grew/raised. After he finally discharged and came home it took a couple of years before he would eat ham.
To this day he will have absolutely nothing to do with “those motherf’ing lima beans”. He still refuses to let his wife put lima beans on the table, much less near his plate.
*
He was wounded on his first tour and, between treatment, rehab and travel time missed three months of his tour. Unwilling to take the easy way out he volunteered for another tour.
On a side note Tet blew up less than two months after his discharge. His best friend was killed retaking Hue City.
Was definitely a taste that kept on giving.