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Didn't know the buttons were edible.

Sounds like McCracken was the arch-typical RSM. Even the Officers are afraid of him! Why would a soldier prefer to appear before God and not the RSM? Because God would have mercy.

The "edible button" myth that is just that..............a myth.
 
The "edible button" myth that is just that..............a myth.

I kind of figured that out when those making the claim always said it was the pattern of parka just previous to whatever one you were issued that had the soup buttons. I confessing to licking one or two of the really old looking ones to see if they tasted like beef bullion however.
 
Did you ever eat the parka buttons? .... chewy but flavourful. I recently ( a few weeks ago) met the son of the Ft Churchill camp RSM (Mr. McCracken) in the early '50's...it was an extraordinary co-incidence. At the time I always thought McCracken was the Base Commander...Mr McCracken was the only man in the Canadian Army that you could see his moustache when you stood behind him! Heavily waxed and twisted to dagger points..it was magnificent! He should have had burning candles attached to the ends! Maybe he did at night to terrify the soldiers for all I know.....but he sure struck fear in every body despite his short stature ...except maybe my father ..

Not sure if he's the same man. There was a news story about a man nicknamed Mick The Stick, whose fearsome moustache was legendary too.
 
Naw. When fact and myth collide, go with the myth.

Fact or not not, the concept has some merit. However, now you are waking around in the arctic with no buttons on your parka. I suppose that if you're starving, it really doesn't matter for long.

Ever since my Churchill experience, I have never complained about the heat. I know that heat can kill you as well as cold, but if you have shade and water, you'll survive. Cold is insidious and it will lull you into asleep from which you will not awaken.

A lady walked away from a dance at the Navy base in Churchill after an argument with her date. It was about 5 kms to the civilian town site, if I recall correctly. She was found the next day asleep in a snow bank in her party dress and mukluks. I was hospitalized with a boil and an Indian in the ward had black skeletal hands awaiting amputation. He had fallen asleep in a snow bank hanging onto his wine bottle.

The idea of arctic warfare holds about as much appeal as does nuclear war. Both are a vision of hell.
 
AP wrote "I always thought McCracken was the Base Commander."


He was the Base Commander. All of the others were there for pomp and show.

The RSMs and the other Sergeants really run the show. They make the designated Base Commander look good if he leaves them alone and lets them to do their jobs.
 
The "edible button" myth that is just that..............a myth.

There was once a thing for a very brief time late 40s early fifties on garments packed for arctic survival on aircraft

I seen them , the ones I seen were in alert in one of the small displays up there in the early 90s

They looked like cardboard or rawhide
 
Not sure if he's the same man. There was a news story about a man nicknamed Mick The Stick, whose fearsome moustache was legendary too.

i read about the RSM Mick the Stick Austin, he was a RSM of the 2nd battalion, PPCLI, this was just after the war, he was sent to the Air Force Base at Trenton, to give the airmen, a refresher course in drill, with rifles, who had been chosen to mount guard, when the then Princess Elizabeth's arrival at Trenton
 
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Looks pretty damned miserable, regardless of era, kit, or enemy.

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"Austro-Hungarian troops in the Carpathians, 1914 or '15."
 
Seriously, you mean to tell me the buttons aren't edible??? Oh boy, that's not good news......


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Dont worry about it.... XRCD011 is only pissing in our corn flakes because he probably never got the 'peanut butter and jam flavoured' buttons like us! Sore loser! The 'spangles' were nice too.
 
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