It's what's called "horses for courses . . ."
A few years ago there was an ambulance-drivers' strike and the Police stepped in to fill the gap.
As I walked down Wallwood Street, London E14, I saw a crowd of people gathered around a youth lying in the road who had a broken leg. It sounded as if he had been grabbed by someone from a moving car and then dragged along the street until he collapsed, injured.
A blanket was brought out to the casualty from a nearby house and someone made a '999' call for an 'ambulance' . . .
The Police duly arrived in a white transit van (no windows along the sides of the rear compartment) and opened the rear doors. There was what looked like a WW2-vintage canvas-and-timber stretcher lying on the metal floor - and that was about it inside.
However, before the stretcher was pulled out, several minutes of interrogation ensued. The youth's foreign-sounding Christian name had a 'Mr' added in front of it and then he was quizzed at depth to establish that he really was the person who he claimed to be - "Had he got identification to prove it?" - and "Where was he from?" You could see that the Police officer asking the questions wasn't believing a word of it. The youth was then challenged to stand up and stop messing around. I seem to recall that at this point one of the bystanders interjected and pointed out, with a degree of consternation, the angle at which the youth's leg had been bent - indicating that it was broken - and that it wouldn't be a good idea for him to get up.
I guess that's what task-specific training does for you. And I'm sure the Police officers concerned didn't particularly want to be doing ambulance duty, anyway.
It's what's called "horses for courses . . ."