On the general subject of "goolie chits" and the like I came across a most gruesome tale (unfortunately I can't recall precise details off the top of my head; I think it relates to the 1890s) where a few Imperial troops had been captured; when they were found they'd been staked out on the ground and apparently the tribal women had urinated into their mouths until the men drowned. When a number of tribal men were taken they too were staked out; the Imperial regiment assembled ready to march out and as they passed each man fell out in turn to deliver a good kick between the legs to the tribal prisoners. Grim and gruesome in the extreme all around but hence Kipling's famous refrain:
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.