Don't know the "crate", BK
After 7 years active duty AF, I got in Reserves in San Antonio
One day we had an exercise, pack a duffel bag, get in fatigues, go to Kelly AND get on a plane as if we were really going somewhere
In line with my duffel bag, the vision of my shot records laying on the kitchen counter came in my mind, I forgot them, left 'em at home
I asked how long I had - not long enough to go home and get shot records
Well, what happens?
"You gotta take all the shots in your shot records - right here"
These 2 medic airmen had a blast, filling up two 'guns' with all the innoculations, I took off my fatigue shirt, rolled up t-shirt sleeves, and BAM BAM BAM BAM - all those shots in my upper arms all at once, duffel bag stuff was inspected, we all got on the plane
Once all counted - exercise over, got off plane and headed to a meeting at Lone Star brewery
I was woozy and dizzy from all the shots
Saw our Brigadier General, asked him "Did we win the war, General?" "We sure did, Lieutenant"
I vaguely remember eating dinner at the Brewery