“Stacks of crates and cartons gave us cover while we crept quietly along, searching for canned fruit, baked beans, spaghetti, Vienna Sausage-even prize of all prizes, Spam, Yes, Spam. Perhaps the processed pork that everyone called Spam was the bane of Stateside mess halls, but on Guadalcanal, Spam was a distinct delicacy. Often we wouldContinue reading “Reflections of Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog: Spam on Guadalcanal”
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