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My AFROTC field exercise took place in the summer of 1961, and we had C-Rats with a packing date of 1942. The canned bread was a bit intimidating...each box had a pack of non-filter cigarettes of several brands. The Lucky Strikes were in green packs, which were discontinued in the same year (under the slogan "Lucky Strike Green has gone to war", supposedly to conserve copper).
Pound cake, canned peaches, free P-38 can opener, free dried out cigarettes, gum, TP. Everything you need for a great weekend in Vegas. Luckily, some poor fool usually liked ham & motherfuckers so sometimes you could swap them out.
We'd give c-rats to the Vietnamese who never seemed to actually eat them. Probably gave them to the VC for field rations.
I note there's actually a civilian market for MREs, in sporting goods stores. Don't think I saw that for C-rats...;-)
If you got the ham and limas hot in the sun, you could pour off the top inch or so, which was all fat. Stir in a can of cheese spread and some crushed John Waynes (crackers), and you had something you could gag down easier. I lost 50 pounds in 5 months eating nothing but C-rats. Then, I caught malaria and got to fatten up on hospital food for 3 weeks. Then, back to the life of an 03 and slimmed down again.
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