When I went through Basic Combat Training at Lost in the Woods in the State of Misery in 1975, we were getting C-Rats with cigarettes in them: dry, brown, nasty things. I collected them from the guys who didn't want them, then I showed them how to steam the cigarettes over a canteen cup of boiling water until they smoked almost like new. Then they wanted their cigarettes back. They got them back, too, and I ended up with John Wayne bars of chocolate and pound cake!
Oh, yeah. The C-Rats we were eating were dated 1945, but they had multiple re-inspection dates on them. Thirty-year-old C-Rations, and none of us died.
Oh, yeah. The C-Rats we were eating were dated 1945, but they had multiple re-inspection dates on them. Thirty-year-old C-Rations, and none of us died.