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The group was soon sitting or crouching close to fireplace that was by the largest tent, and shielded from some angles with the berm, or hand crafted organic camouflage. Those who would drink it had a canteen cup with black tea in it. The individual known to the group as "Doc" had been getting a good fire going, filtering and then boiling water in a large pot, opening cans and packets, mixing and stirring. He told the group to have kept and cleaned the MRE wrappers, the ones that the main entrees had been eaten out of, and then present them to him. He ladled some kind of soup or stew into them.
For quite a few of them, a piece of wood or a prepared area of dirt, covered with a bit of water proof tarp or a foldable poncho, was their chair.
Doc had a large wishtail parka on in this dark brown pattern. He hadn't fully changed into it yet, but he seemed to have fatigue jacket and pants in the same colors.
The food had something that looked like oatmeal or grits, but had a toasty, nutty flavor, and it was soft and chewy. The dish was seasoned with some kind of beef mixture, which was seasoned with salt, pepper, and some kind of sour or tart spice. At times the carb tasted... French... or maybe Italian... But as Doc began to speak, a bit of a Russian accent crept out.
It might be noticed by some of them that despite the weather being suitable for a Balaclava during the cold nights, even during the peak noon temperatures, Doc kept his balaclava on. It had a sideways oval that revealed his eyes, and it concealed everything else.
