Well, there’s a movie starring Kirk Cameron called Fireproof which shows how a firefighter has to turn to God to save his marriage. Or something like that, I generally haven’t taken him seriously since he became a sidekick for the guy who fellated the banana on the internet to prove that bananas were proof of Creationism. Saw it for sale at the PX today, looked at it in curiosity, then went to go buy a toothbrush.
I’ve heard that rumor, but I’ve never tested it. Though now I’m tempted to collect the little packets of gum from 40 packs of MREs to see if it’s enough to make me King of the Porcelain Throne. No, better idea, I should collect the little packets of gum from 40 packs of MREs and convince one of the stupid airmen in the dorm that it will get them drunk
When we had the MREs in Basic, we weren’t allowed to chew the gum. Nor were we allowed to keep anything from the MREs with us throughout the day, including the toilet paper. Who knows what shenannigans a trainee could get into if he could carry toilet paper with him? (Incidentally, most of us came down with some sort of cold or other, and had a case of the permasniffles. Our instructors must have developed an immunity to the Barracks Crud.)
Current MREs tend to include more fiber than the older ones, usually in the form of little packets of wheat bread or something along those lines, in response to input from the troops (read: Tens of thousands of soldiers bitching about not being able to take a crap in the field without fear of having an aneurysm)
There are pretty much a lot of weird and goofy stories about the rations though, my favorite being that they include something which makes guys impotent (because it’s weird that a dude would be unable to pop even an occasional chubby while surrounded by 50+ other dudes in close quarters being shouted at to move faster by an insane guy in a smokey the bear hat)
Oh, I prefer an a mix of just raisins and peanuts (it’s not called "Good Ol’ Raisins, Peanuts, and M&Ms, after all, or else the acronym wouldn’t work.) Sometimes I will throw in some chocolate, but yeah, you really don’t want a lot of chocolate if you’re doing any activity that traditionally involves lots of moving around, I’d think.
When I was studying Chinese, I was infamous for always having some kind of snack food sitting on my desk. Usually it was a glass jar of peanuts (they just taste better than the ones in the plastic jar:p) or a jar of peanut butter, but for a while, I had a gallon-size carton of Goldfishes, in honor of which I translated the Goldfishes ditty into Mandarin (easier than you’d expect it to be, actually:D).