Introducing the H2K IFAK and Trauma Kit

I was talking to my friend about Thai boxing and jiu jitsu a few years ago.

“I can’t beat everyone up, but I can neutralize most people. I’d be hard to kill.”

 

I spent years in BJJ (mostly no-gi) and Thai boxing. I was in college when TUF came out on Spike.

I was blown away when I witnessed a triangle submission for the first time.

I thought to myself, this guy is choking another man with his legs?

What…the…hell?

How is that possible?

The next year I was standing in the back of a barber shop that moonlighted as a Tae Kwando studio meeting a retired pro fighter named Gerald.

“I’ll train you but only if you are committed. And if you ever lose your temper in here, I’ll take you down and break both your arms.”

Learning how to fight, seriously learning, is humbling.

Being athletic helps but doesn’t automatically make you a fighter.

Along my journey guys came in and out of the gym that didn’t last. I recall one guy especially who was the most beautiful striker on the pads. But when standing across from someone that punched back those beautiful strikes faded.

I poured myself into it hardcore. I didn’t miss practice while other guys did.

I went from the rookie to the rookie winning here and there, to the rookie dominating.

I was 6 ft 3 and 170 lbs. A skeleton basically.

But I loved when a yoked dude would walk into the gym thinking he was going to trollop me. The look of confusion was amazing.

Gerald told me I needed a minimum of 2 years training before he’d sign me up for my 1st fight.

I was fighting at the end of year one, the first one on my team to go into the ring and represent our camp.

1st round submission by triangle win after I took some teeth out with a knee from a 1/2 thai hook and 1/2 underhook pivot.

Now that I’m older I miss the mats. I travel weekly for work and I live in a rural location with no access to that lifestyle at the moment.

I’m ok with it though. My family is far removed from big city issues and I’m building what will be an awesome ranch.

So I scratch that itch with shooting.

I scratch that itch by prepping LT/ST food for my family.

I scratch that itch by setting up my land to produce for my heirs.

But what is that itch called? Posterity, maybe?

Or maybe it’s called being hard to kill.

If you are a man, that is codified in your DNA.

You aren’t made of glass.

The times may be so good that you have never learned that about yourself, but it’s in there and can be cultivated.

I still want to be hard to kill.

How many guys do you know carry a gun in their car?

How many guys do you know hitting the shooting range regularly?

How many guys do you know pouring blood, sweat, and tears onto their MMA gym mat?

Training on the mats weekly?

Lifting heavy shit?

Now ask yourself, how many of those guys have a tourniquet or even gauze in the event a serious, traumatic event happened?

Don’t feel bad, I didn’t either.

And one day I realized…

Being hard to kill is not just about keeping someone from harming you by being good at violence.

It’s also about being able to keep yourself or someone else alive in the event of traumatic injury.

The Moment It Happened

About a year ago I pulled up to a motorcycle wreck on the interstate. The motorcyclist was hit broad side by a truck pulling a trailer. He wasn’t wearing a helmet.

One of the first people on the scene was a nurse and she started performing chest compressions immediately.

I stood there watching this unfold with a feeling of helplessness. After about 10 minutes the ambulance showed up. I read a few days later after googling the accident the motorcyclist died.

I realized after this incident I was inconsistent.

And that’s why I put together the H2K IFAK.

I built some kits for my relatives and friends. I gave them away and talked them through what was included.

I pray they never need them but just remember…

How BLM/Antifa ran through our country a few years ago and murdered people.

How Police sat back and watched.

How the cops actually kneeled for them.

How EMT’s refused to go into certain hot spots.

People were shot and beaten. Pulled out of cars and jumped.

No wonder responsible people are looking for IFAKS and trauma kits.

 

A few months ago I watched a video of a Frenchman lying on the ground pleading for help. His hands had been cut off by rioters.

My heart broke for him.

Where were the helpers?

Maybe none were there?

Or maybe they were there but didn’t have the tools to help this man?

I don’t want to be helpless. I want to be prepared.

I want to be hard to kill.

And I want you to be hard to kill too.

The H2K IFAK will be a minimalist rig, focused on trauma. You won’t find tweezers, antiseptic spray, or aspirin in it. But you will have what is needed to address hemorrhaging, airway management, hypothermia, open and tension pneumothorax, etc.

Here are the lifesaving essentials you will find-

• NAR Combat Application Tourniquet (CAT)

• Israeli Bandage

• Trauma Shears

• Nasopharyngeal tube and lubricant

• Wound packing sterile gauze

• Medical gloves

• Mylar blanket

• Vented chest seals

My goal is to make you hard to kill.

Buying this pack is a good start.

Learning how to use the items is the next step in your preparedness.

Buy one for your wife, your mom, yourself.

Put them in your vehicle, or rucksack or plate carrier.

 

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