As most of you know I am now in Iraq and I have a story to convey to you.
Last night while at work my friend and co-worker smashed his finger. Bad enough to warrant a trip to the medic station. He was taken by another friend and co-worker. They had been gone longer than we had expected and was starting to wonder. When they got back from being patched up. They told us they were late because they had some causalities that were on there way in from near by fighting, that of course took priority over them.
They heard the DUST-OFF land outside the station and were forced aside as a gurney was rushed past them with a man soaked in blood was put on the table and the medical staff swarmed around him. Doctors hastily barking orders and medics running around carrying those orders out. All for the intent of desperately trying to save this mans life. They left the station before knowing if all of those doctors and medics efforts were successful. So I can not tell you if the man lived or not.
The only reason I share this story with you is because the man on the table was an Iraqi insurgent recently wounded in a fire fight with an Apache. The soldiers in the field that found this insurgent called in the wounded, probably stabilized him as best they could until the helicopter arrived. The helicopter that picked him up and flew him to the medical station was a Blackhawk medivac chopper. You could have never known by the efforts put forth to save this mans life that he was the enemy. The only reason I tell you this story is because you would have never heard it otherwise. I have always been proud to American, but especially today.
Last night while at work my friend and co-worker smashed his finger. Bad enough to warrant a trip to the medic station. He was taken by another friend and co-worker. They had been gone longer than we had expected and was starting to wonder. When they got back from being patched up. They told us they were late because they had some causalities that were on there way in from near by fighting, that of course took priority over them.
They heard the DUST-OFF land outside the station and were forced aside as a gurney was rushed past them with a man soaked in blood was put on the table and the medical staff swarmed around him. Doctors hastily barking orders and medics running around carrying those orders out. All for the intent of desperately trying to save this mans life. They left the station before knowing if all of those doctors and medics efforts were successful. So I can not tell you if the man lived or not.
The only reason I share this story with you is because the man on the table was an Iraqi insurgent recently wounded in a fire fight with an Apache. The soldiers in the field that found this insurgent called in the wounded, probably stabilized him as best they could until the helicopter arrived. The helicopter that picked him up and flew him to the medical station was a Blackhawk medivac chopper. You could have never known by the efforts put forth to save this mans life that he was the enemy. The only reason I tell you this story is because you would have never heard it otherwise. I have always been proud to American, but especially today.