I lived in Korea at a time when there were scant few western food options outside of Seoul.

So a Burger King came to town, and we were taking expensive taxis across town to get our hands on a damn hamburger that was roughly twice as expensive as it would be in the states. We went daily, sometimes twice for the first couple weeks.

I was not in the military and was living a good life, but sometimes eating soup and rice at every meal can wear on your soul to the point where you’d murder a hooker turned good on the street in broad daylight for so much as a frozen gas station burrito.

Don’t even get me started on how excited I was to once find a six pack of Dr. Pepper on the black market.

It doesn’t surprise me at all that they’d bring burgers to a war zone.