Capt. Dooley: Tell them we're in a jam. Loosen up and lose some altitude. We're turning North West until we run out of gas.
Pilot: But if we go North West Captain, we'll fly right off the map. It says "unchartered" up that way.
Capt. Dooley: I know you're down in the middle of a big nowhere. They're all dependant. I ate today and it's still strong. But tomorrow. So find food, that's number one. Find out where nowhere is, that's number two. And you can help the others find nowhere. They'll come, they won't leave you alone waiting on a pin point of nowhere.
Capt. Dooley: I'll shoot the first one of ya to leave camp. I'll aim for your legs. I may miss and hit ya in the back of the head. Either way serves ya right.
Answer: Because after eating it as part of their rations throughout WWII many ex GIs never swore to touch the stuff.