@database DEAD_MANS_KISS.doc @remark Converted with HTML2Guide ©1997 Mark Harman @wordwrap @node MAIN "DEAD_MANS_KISS.doc" Article submitted to Double Click Disk Mag June 1997 by MikDom Produced on an Amiga 1200/Blizzard IV 030/MMU/FPU @ 50 MHz 18 Meg RAM Using TextEngine V5.01 by Nicholas Harvey (Good Kit) So I've kissed a dead man. That sort of thing might worry some people but not me, I guess its just the way I'm made. Yes I deliberately kissed a dead man, no, not a relative who had died but a total stranger. Before you get the wrong idea let me explain, I was a Flight Sergeant in the Royal Air Force Regiment at a station in Hampshire a few years ago when the phone rang and one of the station guards at the gate said " Flight, there's a Landrover here with a body in it". I grabbed a first aid kit and was at the gate within minutes, sure enough there was a Landrover with a couple of very sad looking young Officers standing next to it. A pair of booted feet stuck out the back of the wagon, the two Airmen on Station Guard were desperately trying not to look but I could see morbid curiosity was getting the best of them. I told one of the guards to make a treble 9 call for an ambulance, one of the officers told me they had been doing CPR whilst they were driving around looking for help. They said they were on a field exercise on the nearby training area when the casualty collapsed, over 30 minutes ago !!. They had tried to get to medical aid but because of civilianisation of the forces the camp medical centre was closed (it was after 4 pm) and they were strangers to the area. I was a qualified First Aid Instructor and the training had taught me to keep trying until trained medical help arrived or a Doctor officially declared the casualty dead. So I thought here we go, we pulled the casualty on to the ground and I started. It was easy getting air in to his lungs, a lot easier than the simulator (Recusi Annie) I had used during my course. I felt no emotion as we laboured away, me breathing into the casualty and the officers taking turns with the heart compressions, but unfortunately to no avail. An ambulance appeared within minutes (it seemed a lot longer) and the crew took over. I learned later the casualty had suffered a massive heart attack and was probably dead before he hit the ground. Think easy, Drink easy, Fall easy. Per Ardua June 97 MikDom @endnode