(See 1:42 https://rumble.com/vjcgm1-live-president-donald-j-trump-in-sarasota-fl.html)

I had been standing by this young couple for approximately and hour. The guy was a thin medium height male. The lady was a very large/heavy.

At one point, I happen to look over at the guy, who had a real concerned look on his face, and the girl was shaking, and looked sweaty and pale.

I immediately asked her, are you okay. Her boyfriend said, she is not OK, she almost just feinted on me, he said. Then she said, "I don't even know where I am". So I took off my rain jacket, and laid it on the ground, and got her to sit down. Then I ask the boyfriend, do you think she need medical attention? I didn't know. He said, yes she does, still a worried look on his face.

So I took about one step to go and retrieve medial personal, but realize it would take me forever to get through the crowd, so I just held my hands up and screamed, we need medical attention, we need medical, we need medial. And everyone around me saw me, and started screaming something like, "Medical, we need medical" and pointing to me.

People with a medial background started appearing through the crowd. Many nurses appeared, independently, yet in uncoordinated way started attending to the lady.

Here is what stuck me, that I will never forget though:

This two guys with a marine like haircut came up shortly after. They operated like they were combat medics, like they were used to operating in the field. They instantly took charge, and coordinated the attention the lady was getting.

When a doctor finally came up through the crowd, the doctor communicated with them instantly, as though there was no doubt who was in charge. There air of command was palpable. The doctor immediately accessed the problem as a blood sugar issue. One of the marine type guys had already started giving the lady a bright colored drink, like a sugar drink, and shortly after the doctor arrived on site, said we need an evac, and had us clear a pah for the buggy to evac her.

The buggy shortly arrived through the throng of people, and picked her up. When the buggy arrived, she was able to walk to and climb aboard.

What struck me about the marine type guys is that they operated with a sense of command, like they had dealt with severe medical issues in the field before, they knew how to get control, and coordinate the response, and they never raised their voice beyond a normal speaking level. I got the sense they were combat medics. There was a commanding sureness in the way the operated. I don't think I will ever forget that.