flak suit
flak vest

Then, bless her, she turned quickly and began digging out the rest of their flak suits.

Part of a flak suit was over it.

When she let the curtain back up she had her pants on over the flak suit.

My revered boss can barely walk in that medieval flak suit!

Yossarian unsnapped his flak suit and took off his helmet.

Snowden was wounded inside his flak suit.

Slowly he collected his map case and his three flak suits and crawled back to the main compartment.

He wasn't hurt, he was well padded with his flak suit, but he was scared.

So he solemnly pulled the curtain back down and quickly got into his own flak suit, and pulled his clothes on over it.

Eventually Yossarian notices bleeding from Snowden's armpit and realises he has another wound below his flak suit.

He was clipping his parachute-a fabric tube about the size of a tightly rolled umbrella-to the rings on his flak suit.

As Yossarian rips open the flak suit, a fatal wound beneath exposes Snowden's internal organs which fall out onto the floor.

Yossarian bent forward to peer and saw a strangely colored stain seeping through the coveralls just above the armhole of Snowden's flak suit.

He smiled at Yossarian wanly, looking frail and exceptionally young and bashful in the bulky dungeon of his earphones, hat, throat mike, flak suit and parachute.

Yossarian ripped open the snaps of Snowden's flak suit and heard himself scream wildly as Snowden's insides slithered down to the floor in a soggy pile and just kept dripping out.

Snowden was lying on his back on the floor with his legs stretched out, still burdened cumbersomely by his flak suit, his flak helmet, his parachute harness and his Mae West.

They are affected by the sight of the bomb line on Black's map, the panic begun when Sergeant Knight draws extra flak suits for the mission, the rain, and diarrhea--Corporal Snark put soap in the food again, this time at Yossarian's direction.

He left his flak suit and parachute there and crossed back past the water wagon to the intelligence tent to return his map case to Captain Black, who sat drowsing in his chair with his skinny long legs up on his desk and inquired with indifferent curiosity why Yossarian's plane had turned back.