An old, but relatively harmless aviation-military joke. For those who are not familiar with military aviation, personnel are fed for free (both flight and technical, but according to different norms). Previously even dining rooms were different, then in the 90s combined. Servants, white cakes, several dishes to choose from. In the second, the garnery always consisted of two parts (half of the purple, half of the oatmeal, for example). That is, the memories. The very salt of the joke, strangely enough, consisted precisely in the "white salt death": someone caught the fly and threw it into the soup and there was poured out a sauce of salt. Then the waitress was called and needed to replace the "first". Replacement was done, as a rule, unquestionably, and the table was shut up in anticipation of disconnection. After some time, a loud cry of indignation spread across several tables: "Well, what a fool has so much exaggerated!!!!“”