For no real reason, I dug out my WWI-era helmet an hour or so ago and have been wearing it since. I reckon I should get used to the discomfort, seeing as how I'll be wearing it often when either a revolution breaks out, the country is put under martial law, or zombies walk the streets. Of course, while the helmet is advantageous item to have on hand, I'd almost be willing to trade it for several thousand rounds of ammunition for my Kalashnikov. Zombie teeth and misguided bullets may bounce off of the old tin hat, but being able to drop flesh-eaters and counterrevolutionaries at a distance is invaluable.