When my brother was over in Afghanistan, one day in the mess hall he was eating some pork skins.....The hadji's (ANG) didn't know what they were, and were asking him about it. He told his 'terp to keep quiet. He gave them some and they tore up the whole bag.....Then he told them what they were and they wanted to kill him. Never been prouder of my brother. Now yall see where I get my a**hole side from....It must be genetically passed down.