Dr. Gavin Packard (not related to HP and his brother's name is entirely coincidental... trust me i'm a doctor) is a British army Combat Medical Technician by the rank of sergeant. Having recieved class-1 training in the works of a combat medical technician or CMT which is capable of: assisting with the management of surgical, medical and psychiatric casualties from the onset of the condition until the casualty is admitted to a hospital offering specialist care. This capacity is to include the immediate necessary first aid and other sustaining procedures required to hold a casualty for a limited period in a non-hospital situation and undertaking the administrative procedures and documentation for casualties in field units, medical reception stations and unit medical centres, including those required for and during casualty.
class 1 standards include:
- Provides health advice to non medical junior commanders
- Has a good understanding of anatomy and physiology
- Is able to take control of an emergency situation
- Is trained in basic diagnostic techniques and able to report findings to medical services
- Advises on basic field hygiene
- Capable of advanced first aid and using advanced resuscitation techniques along with suturing certain wounds.
- Administers non-controlled drugs
- Administers drugs by oral route, inhalations, plus intradermal, intramuscular, intravenous and subcutaneous injection
- Maintains, or supervises the maintenance of, and indents for medical equipment
- Treating of open pneumothorax and tension pneumothroax.
Additionally, at Class 1 the CMT is trained in the procedures and principles of Battlefield Advanced Trauma Life Support (BATLS), which includes advanced life support, cricothyrotomy and thoracentesis.
Having been in the British Medical Corps just over 16 years, i have seen deployment in Iraq, Afganistan, Iran and Kuwait. Serving probably half as much as my life in a war zone i've had several comendations for my actions in the 2nd battle of fallujah.
being told i was going to be involved in the 2nd battle for fallujah was a daunting experience, i heard stories from the place that one wished were imaginatory. i remember the smell of the scorching sand we traversed the narrow streets on the outskirts, hearing the cackle of gunfire in the distance as insurgents whom attempted to flee were engaged by the checkpoints surrounding the town.
British involvement was scaled down due to the fear of backlash so the main brunt of the force was made up of US marines roughly totaling 6500 and regular army personel totaling 1500. since i was trained in BATLS i was reassigned to a squad in the 3rd Battalion/1st Marines. though my accuracy with an assualt rifle could be better, my job was to medicate and stablise wounded in battle. the first man i treated ended up with shrapnel that had sliced up his face. Though the fragments had missed the brain his cheek was almost non existent. a single field dressing wasnt going to keep him alive, i had a med-evac take him to the Command Base where he was operated on. battling through the streets i aquired my first E-KIA, he was perched up on a rooftop aiming towards a supporting M1 Abrams providing covering support for our unit. i rememeber the rugged terrain in which we hauled our wounded towards evac points, it was gritty and uneven, like a field of rabbit holes and mole hills. running down a mangled street, we hit a wall of AK-47 fire taking out two friendlies. blood spewed from one's chest while the other was merely a flesh wound. i was attempting to stop the bleeding caused by an open pneumothorax when i was struck in the hand, unfortunatly this tore off my left ring finger, losing my wedding ring on the battlefield (not at all was i worried about the lost of my finger, more about how much my wife would kill me for losing it!)
We lost 107 men that battle, 600+ more were injured in the skirmish. people even to this day compare it to the fighting in Hue city, Vietnam. After this fighting i was sent back to the my english unit and scheduled to leave for home 1 month later. i opted to study medicine and in 2009 graduated and became a specialist doctor in Battlefield Advanced Trauma Life Support, redeploying for tours in surrounding countries. some day whilst on my final tour, i made it back to the FOB after a patrol for insurgents and armoured units when i was approached by 3 men. One a Major, one a psychiatrist, one a representative from the 3rd NBC Unit. They told me about the rising crisis occuring in chernarus and wondered if one with my medical expertise had energy for one last mission. intruiged i accepted and was briefed on the situation, dropping in with the last wave who were stationed on deer island. now im here, i wished id taken the road home, mabye started some sort of computer company or printer company..... oh well, lets try and revert this mess.