I just had to pause Foyle’s War to look up saline baths in the treatment of burns.

It’s a plot point in this episode, but mostly I thought it was cool.

I had an abrasion on my foot once that healed remarkably quickly after I waded into the Pacific. (That was way up north, though, where the water’s a good deal cleaner than it is here in LA.)

Military medicine - ‘A Saline Bath’, 1943 - Wellcome Collection

“in 1964 Amies published the book ABC of Men’s Fashion. Amies’s strict male dress code – with commandments on everything from socks to the summer wardrobe – made compelling reading:Don’t make everything match: “To achieve the nonchalance which is absolutely necessary for a man, one article at least must not match. For instance, you can wear a dark blue suit and tie with a pale blue shirt and navy blue socks, but you must then have a patterned silk handkerchief say in dark red or a paisley design of green and brown; or you could stick to a blue handkerchief and have dark red socks.” alsoBeware the bow-tie wearer: “By day, often in patterned or spotted foulard, it is usually worn by individualists … On less genial characters, it can have an aggressive air and can arouse some kind of resentment at first meeting of a new acquaintance.” and Avoid sandals and shorts: “Always wear a collar and tie in a town, even if it’s by the sea, after six o’clock. Never wear shorts except actually on the beach or on a walking tour. All short sleeve shirts look ghastly. Sandals are hell, except on the beach where you want to take them off: or on a boat. And, worn with socks are super hell.””

WWII propaganda - nothing if not subtle.

The cold bit through the thick soles of my riding boots. It crept up my body until I felt miserably frozen in my short jacket. I had snuggled up close to a fir tree… At the main door of the test stand, von Braun, very cold, was standing first on one leg and then on the other. He was holding a rod twelve feet long with a mug of petrol fastened to the end… von Braun lit his gigantic match and held the flame under the exhaust…

There was a swoosh, a hiss, and — crash!

Clouds of smoke rose… Cables, boards, metal sheeting, fragments of steel and aluminum flew whistling through the air… In the suddenly darkened pit of the testing room a milky, slimy mixture of alcohol and oxygen burned spasmodically with flames of different shapes and sizes, occasionally crackling and detonating like fireworks. Steam hissed. Cables were on fire in a hundred places. Thick, black, stinking fumes of burning rubber filled the air. Von Braun and I stared at each other. We were uninjured. The test stand had been wrecked.

Walter Dornberger describes the very first combustion test of a liquid-powered rocket motor.

From Hitler’s Rockets: The Story of the V-2s.