I remember that one. As kids we flipped those pages for years and tears.
He decides to ambush them, me with a flashlight, he with a M-16. C-rats chocolate laid out on the tinfoil wrapper. Sound of the rustle, lights on and the crazy bastard lights them up.
And my wife still wonders how my hearing got so bad? Of course, I was the one that lost it with them rattling about in our C-rats cans outside the bunker and went out and went to war with a .45. Took quite a few point blank shots to nail one.