In years gone by a relative of mine was in the army cadets and would, after finishing some weekend yomp through the woods somewhere, distribute the remains of his ration pack amongst anyone daft enough to be a taker. Being children we were impressed with being given even the most godawful cack.
There were two types of biscuit in the pack.
Those called “C biscuits” were like heavy duty Garibaldi’s and rarely made it home.
The others always did. They were, to look at, like rectangular, double-thickness Rich Teas, but tastewise were without any sugar, or much flavour, unless cardboard is a flavour.
In fact they were like chunks of hardboard and came in a green plastic foil pack marked “AB Biscuits.”
It was rumoured the AB stood for Anal Blockage, and that they included ingredients intended to stop squaddies needing the to go behind a bush, whilst waiting to go over the top.
They were horrible and I suspect a good reason why we weren’t invaded by the Russians.
After all, any soldiers capable of eating them were capable of anything.
The Garden Monkey