About 100 years ago (
) I was a volunteer fireman and along with two buddies among the first to go through EMT training in the State of Pennsylvania. This would have been 1976ish
One snowy and very icy night we got a vehicle accident call to a scene not far from us, 3 of us happened to be hanging out at the firehall, and roads were such that very few were able to get out.
So the 3 of us rolled in the rescue unit instead of waiting on enough crew to get there for a second truck (we had been putting chains on that evening so were good to go).
Sure enough a guy had crashed into a ditch on a very steep incline, rolled at least once, and came to a stop hitting a pole hard. He hit with such force that one side was crushed up against the pole and the drivers side was so damaged from the rollover that getting him out a door wasnt an option.
So out came the trusty Hurst tool, and we were able to cut the pillars and lift him out. As we're getting him into the transport, we're surprised to see just superficial cuts and bruises. He was so drunk that his body just rolled with the vehicle and nothing broke. We saw that with drunks a lot.