Once when we were out on patrol someone blew up our mess tent and all our food but we had to complete our mission. So we licked up what we could and went forward.
But soon we were hungry to say the least. There were plenty of greens but we didn't want to get poisoned.
In desperation, one day we cooked our extra shoe leather.
At least the cook had survived the bomb in the mess tent and he did the best he could. I especially liked the shoe strings because he had cooked them al-dente.