Ye'd get precious little, mate I was very close to a former SAS guy. He'd been active, as far as I ever worked out, around about the sixties / seventies. (I distinctly remember him admitting he'd been in Oman. But, which time ....?)
Honestly; I don't know what the f**k they feed those guys. But, f**k me, does it keep their lips sealed! I drank, to a stand still, with this guy, for the best part of a decade. During that time, I blatantly blathered on about my hero worshipping fascination with the SAS.
The night he finally muttered ~ in obvious exasperation ~ that " I don't know what al