One of my sgts. on the dept was a WWII vet. He spent 3 years in a German POW camp.
He told of the villagers nearby throwing the lower half of a horse's leg over the wire for the prisoners. They feasted that night. Made a heckuva soup he told me.

Once in a great while a Red Cross package made it to them and there was tea in there. They would brew and rebrew and then brew again.

Then when that was exhausted, they would dry it out and smoke it in their pipes.
He still smoked a pipe on the dept.

He's gone now but not in my head.