In Army basic training camp, fifty-some years ago, where we healthy teen and early-twenties young men were being run ragged and worked to death (we thought), we also never felt we got enough to eat.

So if you were, say, out on bivouac and dropped some food on the ground, in the mud or dust, what we said was, "Good thing it fell on a piece of paper!" as we picked it up, wiped it off, and ate it. None of us died of food poisoning or "the galloping galumph". What we feared was starvation.

Dave Oesterreich