Onion Soup

So there I was... (I always loved that beginning to a story, usually means you are in for a yarn of some kind)...anyway... So there I was, getting my ass kicked at backgammon by my wife (yahoo Instant Messaging is an awesome tool, especially when away)... literally she is going out and I only have like 8 pieces in my side...that leaves about 7 pieces still to move in... and one is stuck in the mud so to speak, so here I am getting my butt beat up on, and what do I smell....FRESH GRILLED ONIONS... It was only a brief whiff, but it has been torture ever since... only because there is no real food out here, only MREs and tray rations (these are prepackaged larger versions of MREs, although slightly better not good enough to encourage me to eat beyond once a day)... Actually lately we have had A Rations, almost real food, and as the Battalion Commander put it, it is a sad state of affairs when Marines get excited over A rations... Look at that sidetracked again... Oh the torture... the agony... I am adding to the list, no more is it just pork tenderloin, home made garlic mashed potatoes and French cut green beans (Hey dumb question, are those now freedom cut green beans?), now you have to add grilled onions, not chopped onions, but those little baby ones that you spend all day peeling... This is you punishment for my not even getting all my pieces onto my side of the board before you were done... Where is Brianna... It is sad that now I have to go play a game with my daughter so that I can build my ego back up...(Joking...)