Napoleon apparently said that an army marches on its stomach. We did a lot leopard crawling, in the army, which is probably the same thing. But food is indeed a vital part of life, and while the nosh was never that bad one couldn't eat it, sometimes we would supplement it with whatever came to hand. Here two of my colleagues tuck into a spanspek.
Again, this would have been done in Kimberley in 1980, or early 1981, during my stint at 1 Intelligence Unit.
Both this guy, and the one above, were from Durban. His surname was McIntyre, but I can't for the life of me recall his first name. We played a bit of squash together, but he was always concerned about putting on weight, which was quite strange for an oke.