Around 35 years ago, some bright spark decided that anyone involved in defence research at the sharp end should have a month attached to a front line unit, complete with a temporary commission into your equivalent service rank. This was not popular with front line units, who really didn't want to have to baby sit someone useless (from their perspective). I was attached to 826 Naval Air Squadron, RNAS Culdrose, as a newbie Sub Lieutenant, supposedly straight from Dartmouth. On my first day, I pitched up to the morning brief and there was an announcement that four junior officers were booked for Aircrew Escape, Survival, and Evasion training starting that day, and transport was awaiting to take us to Lympstone Barracks, where instructors from 42 Commando were to give us three days training followed by a two day escape and evasion exercise, where we were dropped in pairs, with nothing but an aircrew coverall, basic kit that would be in the pockets of your survival life jacket, plus a live rabbit, with orders not to kill it in the first 24 hours.
We were blindfolded, dropped somewhere on Dartmoor, and told we had a four hour start on the "enemy" (members of 42 Commando) who were trying to catch us before we reached a declared safe objective. If we got caught before the 48 hours were up we were taken back to Lympstone.
It was pouring with rain, our bivvy leaked, the bloody rabbits crapped everywhere, we were both soaked to the skin and actually relieved when we were captured at around 4 am, some 15 hours after being dropped off. The relief did not last long. We were chucked face down in the back of a 4 tonner, wrists and ankles cable tied. When we got to the barracks, we were put in individual white-tiled cells, with bright lights and very loud music, on constantly. We were made to strip and stand on the tips of our toes, with our fingertips on the wall, and hosed down with cold water. We were constantly questioned, and for the first few hours managed to just stick to name, rank and number. After around 10 to 12 hours or so of this, the four of us that had been captured were marched into a room, still naked, and ordered to attention.
A WRAC officer walked in, swagger stick under her arm, peak of her cap pulled down over her eyes. She walked along in front of us, quietly giving us abuse. She got to me and poked my "meat and two veg" with the end of her stick, saying "call yourself a man with equipment like that?". At this point I lost it, yelling that I was a civvy, that I wasn't in the bloody RN and they could let me go right now. One of the blokes handed the WRAC officer a bit of paper. She shoved it under my nose, pointing out that I'd signed up, and that I was under military law, as Sub Lieutenant J S Harris RN, whether I liked it or not.......................