Survival kits

[BEagle]

I went to Mountbatten (and later St Mawgan) God knows how many times. Leaened all about how to use the Ojibwa bird snare, make shelters in the jungles of Lincolnshire , fired off dozens of miniflares and jungle rockets aimed at the refinery opposite, learned what ICATQ was, learned not to eat polar bear liver - but then it was always the same old trip in the pinnace, out into the ogsplosh in a SS or MS dinghy, wait for the helicopter, come back, quick rum and tea, then bog off back to base.

Why did no-one ever bother teaching us what all those weird Latin pills and potions were supposed to do? But I guess Duty of Care didn't matter back then?