I was on limited duty at the end of my military days and drove the infirmary van all over the Bay Area ( <img src="/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> never give a shorttimer a van, gasoline credit card and unsupervised duties <img src="/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />) My corpsman bunkmate suggested I carry an aid kit, seeing as I often transported patients and even supplies of drugs which saw me drawing a .45 from the armory. So off we go to the decommissioned WW2 cutters tied up waiting scrapping. My kit was certainly splendid, and proved itself one day when 3 cars collided just outside our base. Our people rushed to help and my kit got a rather bemused look from Captain Smith, a ringer for Ozzie Davis. "Uh Kav, why do you have an amputation bone saw--- and HEY! this is nice old Solingen quality, chuckle ,chuckle" and it was casually slipped into his lab coat along with a whole pile of other treasures. later on we assembled a modest kit that slipped under the seat instead of the .50 cal ammo can. My point is, if you know a EMT , trauma nurse or M.D. have them go through your kit. The temptation to have a triage unit when evacuation is key is just to great for all of us. The base chaplains heard of my scrounging and swapped me a messuza, dayglo Virgin Mary and Saint Nicholas medal for a complete ship's chaplain kit- in sterling silver. The breakers bought 2 good cutters, but little else after we distracted the base watch detail <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />