When I graduated from the academy, I put in my "riot" helmet bag a deck of cards, a book, a pack of cigarettes, a book of MRE matches, and a jock with cup. Twenty or so years later I had quit smoking, but the cigs still remained. Everything else had been used to good effect over the years. So I took the cigs out, tossed them onto the briefing room table, and a friend took and smoked them. I can only imagine what 20 year old smokes must taste like...