Although now a ceremonial item, a Sam Browne was once a very practical personal equipment. It allowed a lot of kit to be accessed one-handed; as intended by the belt's original designer, the one armed Victorian cavalryman Sam Browne.
In the sort of war that the IWOI and ICW turned into, it must have been reassuring to know your Mauser was where you had left it, not halfway round the back and not as immediately available as you might like, if faced by a suddenly appearing Essex Regt or Sticky patrol!
If that's a hint of nylon-clad knee I espy, then yes, I've got the perfect use for it: my new wanking meuse. My old one has since worn out and efforts to prof a fresh one from a blazing Debenhams a couple of weeks back were unsuccesful.
Nylon? Nylon? What's wrong with silk? Have you developed no discernment in all your hours of ruminating in your shed? What I'd give for a good shed *snorts* why I'd get her on her back and...*drifts off into sick fantasy*