B…I’m an Armourer…
VERY short blog post. This is just too funny not to share…
Today I have been doing my annual ‘Common Core Skills’ training day. It’s the day we brush up on our military skills. Annual weapons training, into the ‘Gas Chamb’ Respirator Confidence Facility to make sure we can remember how do deal with a Chemical environment, a load of annual briefings, all rounded off by a Combat First Aid session.
Bar the briefings, they are mostly practical, hands-on lessons, where you watch a demonstration, hear what to do and then give it a go practical ‘go’ after.
So there we are. Watching the demonstration of how to put someone – a casualty – into the recovery position, emphasising the new dimension that Body Armour brings to that usually simple task. Two ‘volunteers’ were ‘selected’ from the class to demonstrate. Two Armourers.
So with one of them on the floor playing the casualty, the other eventually rolls him over and onto his front/side in the recovery position. And the instructor, an RAF Regiment Cpl, goes on to say that with the casualty in that position, the airway is maintained, and it is easy to take the pulse of the injured lad – particularly the carotid pulse.
‘Ok, so take his pulse,’ he told the armourer on his knees.
‘You know how to check his pulse, yeah?’ quizzed the ‘Rock’.
The lad, who was maybe 19-20 years old still looked less than certain.
‘Ok, you use your fingers to find the Carotid Artery here’ pressing his hand on the other lads neck, ‘And then you count the beats for a minute. We are a bit short of time here this afternoon, so just do it for 30 seconds and double it.’
The lad reached onto his friends neck and started counting.
‘Woah!’ stopped the instructor. ‘How do you know you are going to be doing it for 30 seconds? Do you have a watch?’
‘No,’ said the first-aider-to-be, with all the sincerity that he could muster ‘But I was just going to count to thirty…’