Being such a horrible year I thought I'd try to cheer all of us up with a bit of my Thanksgiving history.
Thanksgiving Day of 1965I remember on Thanksgiving Day of 1965, part of my Tactical Air Control Party team and I (3 of us radio people and officer) went over to 3rd Battalion of the 7th Marine Regiments CP in ChuLai and we were waiting to see if we would be further inserted into a combat operation at Thach Tru. So, there we were and waiting outside when Thanksgiving dinner was served.
They had everything one would want to eat or drink, ready to go. The only thing that they didn't have was seating for our meager 2/7 TACP gang of four inside the mess tent. But, they were comfortable.
So, we got our food (turkey, mashed potatoes, green peas, cranberries, etc.) brought out to us by several flunkies from 3/7, while we stood outside. To make matters worse, it was in the middle of monsoon season and pouring.
I can still picture the feast. The mashed potatoes were quickly turning into potato soup and running into everything else. The cranberries were not far behind and either changing the color or flavor of what else was on the plate. The watery cranberries were helping the rain to carry the peas over the edge and onto my pants legs. But, the turkey wasn't damaged, only washed and colored pink. As far as the taste, it wasn't great, tuff.
When we finally tossed the washout remains in the trash and put the plates on the ground and made some hand-signals to those smiling inside the tent, we walked away and back to 2/7. Once there we were too late for dinner.
To get a change in menu, I did have a turkey pot pie once I was home for the 1966 Thanksgiving.
Oh, they were grand Thanksgiving Days in 1965 and 1966 - kind of like what 2020 is for the year. So, try to enjoy you dinner and I'll try to enjoy mine. Then maybe just a few days can be salvaged. See the MP-4 to see what an enjoyable Thanksgiving should look like. It won't attach so I'll try to forward it to all of you.
Happy 2020 Thanksgiving to all.