I recall leading a small patrol of eleven soldiers involved in a training event at Camp Edwards, MA on Cape Cod. We had just participated as the Opposing Force (OPFOR) against a rifle company. When we left the B company area of operations, we cut through the woods to the north and came upon the grass belt alongside state route 6. Our patrol base was in the north east corner of the military installation but closer to the east side. We walked in single file, roughly ten meters between each soldier. We wore standard BDU uniform, our faces were painted green and we had vegetation sticking out of our clothing. Most carried M16A1 rifles, a few had M203 grenade launchers and one man carried the "Pig", an M60 machine gun. We turned the corner at the end of the tree line, heading south along state route 130. As we walked, a school bus passed by filled with High School boys, probably just completed some sporting event somewhere on Cape Cod. When they saw us walking in the open near the tree line which made up Camp Edwards Military Reservation. They all started screaming and shouting out the windows. They appeared to be quite excited. It kind of made us feel good too. That was over thirty years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday.