My father was a Combat Engineer for the longest time- I was glad he was 1,000 miles away when I broke my ankle or I'd have a strip from a scrapped Grizzly and part of a rifle stock holding my leg together now!
Of course, now that I think of it, while it wouldn't be pretty, it'd probably work better than it does now! 
Def
Doctor?! We don't need no doctor son. C'mon out to the garage a minute.......
