Let him eat cake – from the Vietnam War
Submitted by Debra Legg on Friday, 24 July 2009
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So there I was last month, stressing until 2 in the morning over Dad's "welcome home" cake, worried that it would be ugly or dry or have the wrong color stars.
Silly, silly girl. If I'd know how easy soldiers are to please, I would have just served up a Sara Lee. Still frozen. It wouldn't have mattered.
For retiring Army Col. Henry Moak, that would have qualified as high-falutin' fare. For his party today, he ate a 36-year-old pound cake. It was originally served when he was serving in Vietnam, and he'd saved it all these years.
Though the cake - simple and yellow, no frosting - was his favorite in what then were known as C-rations, he'd kept one in reserve for his retirement party.
"It's good; it's still kind of moist," he said.
Copyright 2009 Debra Legg.
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