Into Battle In A Kilt

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At the weekend I was on a rescue boat training course as part of my work in a search and rescue team. We all tend to wear 5.11 Tactical trousers when we're not in our drysuits so come the evening when we went for a few drinks and a meal together I wore my 5.11 Tactical Duty Kilt.

There was only a few of us left in the bar when we heard a commotion in the lobby and a shout of "call the police". Being the kind of chaps who get stuck in when others are in difficulty we rushed out to see if we could help. The receptionist told us someone was trying to steal a car in the car park.

We rushed to the car park to either catch them or scare them off, it turned out it was my colleague's Land Rover they were trying to steal. Our approach scared them away from the car park and we had no more trouble from them overnight.

It was only as we returned inside one of the guests commented on my kilt. We were on the south coast of England, an area where you rarely see a kilt. Hats off to 5.11 for making a kilt capable of being run in, vaulting stairs, and giving chase, without feeling unwieldy. My helpful colleague suggested the wouldbe thieves might have been scared off by the sight of my legs