Jackson and Nathan with a cameo from Rose - 4:30PM
It hadn’t been difficult to accept the loss of freshly made food, not after having served in the Navy. It didn’t matter what branch of the military you belonged to, an MRE was a custom across the board because you just never knew if you’d get blown out of the sky and be required to live off of a pack behind enemy lines — that, and well, Jackson had grown up in the south; they’d eaten some pretty questionable shit, at times. Still, nothing beat a fresh burger, and the smell coming off the grill was enough alone to make him salivate as he waited in line for his turn at the window.
“What would you recommend?” he asked once it was his turn to order, ever indecisive despite the short list of options. The evening patrol shift he was assigned to was just around the corner and he’d need the protein to keep him going so who better to ask than the chef behind the food.