I may have posted this previously? Or something like it? The story might have changed slightly based on my 74-year-old neuronal connections. But Thanksgiving is all about myths and tradition, so no harm.
In 1969 on Que Son mountain, our Thanksgiving Dinner was flown in by CH-46 along with ammo resupply, PRC batteries, more Cs, and a latecomer finally released from the Regimental aid station. The dinner was cold turkey sandwiches on white-bread, bare with no mayo. Although they did include several heads of lettuce, many tomatoes and 'huuuge' onions.
The onions were great. Sweet! We ate them and the tomatoes like apples. Those onions must have been from either Maui or Walla Walla. We cut the lettuce heads into wedges with K-Bars. The sandwiches? Not so good! Many of us tossed those pale white spongy slices and gobbled up the turkey 'sans pain'. They had also sent some #10 cans of dehydrated shrimp. One of my compatriots gobbled down many of those crunchy delights without first soaking them in water. He was a skinny little guy weighing maybe 130 or 140 pounds soaking wet, but after his stomach liquids started re-hydrating those shrimp he looked nine months pregnant and eventually had to be medevacked. He along with another who had a broken collar bone, but that's a story for another time.
I stay away from shrimp to this day. But I loved those onions and never found any to compare, though I have looked and tasted over the past 40 plus years. But perhaps I have been limiting my choices. I need to start investigating other areas: Vidalia onions? Mattamuskeet Sweets from Coastal Carolina? Corsican? The Canary Islands?