Yeah, you could have left that part out!
It's the best part. And a standard "trick" of Air Force survival instructors. They'd eat one, and then ask if any of the "students" wanted to eat the other. In this case our FTO happened to be with that subgroup (the flight had been divided into three groups of about 8 each, by "Counting off") EC asked if he ate one, would the FTO take away some demerits? (he had a bunch built up that week). The FTO, being an evil type, like they are trained to be, (he was actually a nice guy, for a steely eyed missile man), said , yeah 5 demerits if you eat it. He did, and then asked, can lose some more demerits if I eat some more eyeballs. FTO, said sure. So the rest of us were treated to the sight and sound of "surfer dude", El Cajon, the future undertaker remember, running down the hill toward each of the other two campsites, yelling "Do you have any eyeballs left?" We did, and he lost another 10 demerits. IIRC, he still had to walk tours that Saturday after parade.
See, you teased the story out of me after all... I'll not mention the details of eating eyeballs to avoid offending your delicate sensibilities. :)