During several months spent enjoying both the blistering hot Korean fall, and the arctic-frigid Korean winter one gets during a full Team Spirit, our 5-ton trucks pulling howitzers paraded hither and yon among the countryside, and as well as the dutiful parade of mamasans, who pulled up stakes before we got those orders, and magically were already set up at our next positions before we pulled in, we passed the ubiquitous sidewalk BBQ meatstick vendors.
Bamboo skewers of multiple types of meat were on display 24/7/365, in between three and seven/eight/ten* varieties.
There were only Three Rules one followed religiously for a harmonious outcome:
1) If it's steaming hot, over an open flame,Nothing you find out by asking for details will make you happier, or improve the flavor.
2) thus fully cooked, and it tastes good to you,
3) Just keep chewing. Don't ask what you're eating.
Write those rules on your hand with laundry marker any time you visit the Third World.
(And in the mid-80s - perhaps even today - rural Korea was very much the Third World, even as modern skyscrapers climbed over the Seoul skyline, and modern factories popped up all over the landscape.)
*Fish, shrimp, chicken, pork, even beef, sure.
Also dog, cat, rat, snake, and any other native species one could catch, cut into strips, season, skewer, and flame-broil, and sometimes even non-native species, like monkey.
When you see drumsticks in the village meat market with paws on them, well...
And no, those cats and dogs in bamboo cages aren't for pets, they're for dinner.
"Don't Ask, Don't Tell" was around in the military long before the Clinton Crime Syndicate came up with it for dealing with gays in uniform.