In days gone by I believe that the drinks of choice were G&T for the Army, Horse's necks for the Navy and Beer for the R.A.F.
At Benson in the 60's I, as most, attempted home brewing in the airing cupboard until Mrs. M protested that the babies' nappies smelt like barmaid's aprons. (A distinct improvement in some instances). There was one pilot called Mark W**** who did achieve a fantastic result with his home brew and the maturing of another barrel was eagerly awaited. We all declared that he would always have a second string to his bow if piloting became a bore. As it transpired he opened Archer's brewery in Swindon on retirement and poly pins of his amber nectar graced many a barbie, housewarming, or anything convivial, for years. Eventually a restaurant group bought up the brewery on the railway shunting yards of the Great Western but they had the foresight to engage Mark to work for them in a micro brewery at the back of the Weighbridge restaurant. He can be seen like a mad scientist behind the glass wall amongst the copper tuns as the "home brew" saga continues.