This is fantastic. I'm still the fastest eater I know. We didn't quite pare it down to 30 seconds, but it was damn close, and we ended up getting smoked every time we left the DFAC. Followed by a run back to the troop bay. And more smoking.
It's a miracle I didn't throw up more often.
It's crazy to me sometimes to think back on some of those memories and imagine if none of them happened, who would I be today. It's like trying to explain what it's like to be poor to someone who's been rich their whole life, they simply lack the perspective to be able to understand.