I had the rare privilege of doing a for-real aeromed evacuation flight back in 1980 (or thereabouts). Normally, an RAF tech would accompany the kit (a Vickers transport incubator with a tiny guy en-route to GOSH, in this case), but all the Wegberg gang were already out doing something or other. We sorted out a warm incubator at Gütersloh, met the ambulance from Rinteln on the tarmac, and jumped on the Hercules specially diverted from a flight from Berlin. There was already a car-crash victim on board, securely strapped down in a Stryker frame. All went well. We had plenty of medical staff and nurses on board. The daft thing was the first thing confronting us at Northolt was HM Customs! Then it was a blue-light dash, by RAF ambulance (the driver seemed to enjoy it, at least) with police escort through Friday evening traffic to Great Ormond Street. After an hour or so, the Professor there confirmed the diagnosis of the young RAF paediatrian (much to his relief), and we all adjourned to the pub for a drink on him (the Flight Lieutenant, not the professor)! The main difficulty was getting back to Bielefeld that weekend. In the end I flew back, the only passenger on a VC10 (except for four incubators) into Hannover, and managed to scrounge a lift back to where I had parked.
