A vivid reminder of the terrible dangers of flying on bombing operations, where wounding from flak fragments or burns from fires on board were an ever-present hazard.
The kits were also used after air crashes. After my father’s aircraft crashed in December 1943, the rear gunner of his aircraft, Leslie Laver, wanted to inject him with morphia for his very severe injuries. The Lancaster had come down in a field, in a thick night fog, a long way from help. Almost comically, given the appalling circumstances, my father argued with him because he had such a bad phobia about needles, but he eventually let Leslie inject him.