One's infantry background has made one all but bulletproof in the grub stakes. Only proviso is that everything is slathered in Tabasco sauce. Some of the lunch boxes provided by the NGOs in the Sud were dire, though. The mere whiff of a three day old unrefrigerated boiled egg in 40 deg heat caused most of the lunch pack to be ejected into the #1 engine while trundling around in the weeds in the Mighty Twotter.
Upgrading to C130s meant hot meals and I have to say the loadies did us proud. Crew requests and/or funds handed in, pizza, pies, roast dinners, salads, cakes delivered in perfect condition. Plenty of crew cooperation in the planning and fetching made it a pleasure.
Still slathered everything in Tabasco, though. Old habits die hard....