MRE’s would have been upscale chow from the CRAT’s we ate in 1970.
The lovely canned ham and eggs smelled like Alpo to me. My dog loved it.
I traded my cigarettes, Chesterfields 4-pack, to anyone who would give me canned bread or cookies. I kept the toilet paper for emergencies. I still have, for no good reason, my John Wayne can opener.
I still wear my old dog tags when I fly, just in case, you never know.
You could light a small piece of C-4 from a Claymore mine as a fire starter to cook your delicious CRAT’s gourmet meal. Just dont stomp on the fire when you are done. You might get a bang out of it.
The old Sarge