My old family doctor use to tell me to ignore the soup labels and just don't shake the shaker. He wasn't one that believed in all this garbage.
“Anybody besides me were issued salt tablets in the USAF?”
Yes, you betcha. For one example, during Basic Training in the hot San Antonio, Texas sun we were out on the obstacle course when we were ordered to take salt tablets and not to use any more than ordered the rest of the day. When we later arrived at the Mess Hall, our fatigues were white from perspiration and salt. We were handed over to our Flight TIs, and they ordered us to take salt pills, OR ELSE ruin would attend what little remained of our unworthy existence! They didn’t know we had already been dosed with what was supposed to be the daily maximum dosage. This created a dilemma when the TIs made it clear what was going to happen to us if we dared to speak so much as one word as we filed in to get our meal and eat it. Our Flight leader and his assistant obeyed the order to say nothing, even though it meant our Flight was supposedly about to be overdosed with the salt pills as we had been warned against earlier. It finally became necessary to step out of line, approach the TIs at their table, report, and alert them to the salt pill problem. One of the TIs countermanded the salt pill order, and the heavens did not fall upon and crush an unworthy soul. In fact, after that incident, the TIs would pass me by and descend instead upon the next person in formation until graduation.
The Flight leader and assistant lost their leadership positions not long afterwards when they failed to meet further expectations. This happened after fatigue duty with the landscaping. While a few of us were supposedly being punished for something we didn’t do by washing a few dishes in our crisp and clean fatigue uniforms down at distant Mess Hall and eating ice cream, the rest of the outfit who weren’t being punished for something they did do came back to the WWII era barracks with the green in their fatigues hardly visible underneath the mixture of sweat, dust, mud, and white body salt that left them stiff and as filthy as any respectable pig sty. It was a might peculiar situation that day.
Salt Tablets. Oh yeah. I used to have salt rings on my fatigues under the arms and half-way to my waist. We’re talking Oklahoma here, not SE Asia.
I use the "no salt" kind of salt. It tastes like salt....costs 10 times as much but it's still only 3 or 4 dollars/year.