During the Gulf War, an Air Force jet
crashed in the Sahara.
The pilot and co-pilot bailed out.
Landing on the ground, they saw nothing but
sand for miles and miles.
They walked all day, becoming hungry, and
drinking the last water in their canteens.
After a few more hours, crawling across the burning
sand, they came across the body
of an Iraqui pilot. He had been there for
a few days, and was decomposing.
Being hungry, the co-pilot started
eating the dead man.
The pilot just watched.
After a short rest, they continued their trek.
A few hours later, the co-pilot became violently sick, and vomited.
Quickly, the pilot scrambled over to his buddy, and said, "I knew if I
waited long enough, I'd get a hot meal."