I ate my first C-rats in the mid 60's. Dad was in TAC and those C130's flew everybody everywhere. He would go through and pick up all kinds of stuff. Me and my brothers thought that stuff was cool as hell. We ate all kinds of candy, jam, peanut butter, those old hard crackers, cakes, etc. Loved it.
A couple years later he went to Taiwan for a year with those C130's (the outfit that left Seward AFB in TN and came back to Little Rock AFB, AR. I was big enough by then I had some really cool stuff. Jump boots, camo jungle fatigues (tiger stripe) and I'd wear that stuff to school (I was a big kid in the 4th and 5th grades).
Then I went into the Army in 1975 when I graduated from high school and got those same C-rations in the brown cardboard boxes every time we went to the field. Hard to stay warm in the winter. I ate everything in my box and anything someone else tossed behind the trees that they were too good to eat. Haven't had any since I got out in 1979. But I remember them. When you're hungry stuff tastes pretty good.