I got used to go bags and bug-out bags while I was in the Army and was transferred to Germany. My wife and baby daughter came along as dependents. I had a go bag stowed in our car so I could respond to an alert, regardless of where I was. It included a set of field gear, underwear, three pairs of socks and my field boots, plus cigarettes, candy and coffee. It was the 1950s, the height of the Cold War.
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