The alarm bell is ringing.
I remembering being busy helping building the new swimming pool. Guniting or something and or mixing concrete.

I run in my rugby short and t-shirt and slip ons to the resucitation area.

In military precision one helicopter lands after the other, there is immense chaos.

Nearly everybody arriving has been burnt , nearly all of them 100 %

A young man's leg left side has some how been ripped of and is tourniquetted with a urinary catheter.

'n dog is running with body parts in his mouth.


I talk to him start an IV infusion and begin assive fluid replacements.

The theatre can not cope, the resucitation area ia flooded.

This is the aftermath of a bomlast targeting a civilinian building, all that arrives are civilians.

I start loosing focus, a doctor tells me by name take three at a time you can do three at atime.


I constantly have to repeat this process re-focussing.


Every new 3 ones I assess:
bleeding and stop it in any way I can.

Then IV and prep for theatre. Reasessment and set new goals.

A doctor over sees the process and the presure is immense.

One is brought in a lady her skin is gone and is slimy a doctor has made an insicion into her left chest wall below the breats and is messaging her heart.

He is wearing blue slipper and combat clothes he flew in like that to get her.

She survives and is flown home.


The surgery is fading and the ICU patients become my duty.


The stream of destruction is bleeding out on us, everybody is under immense pressure.

A woman repeats over and over the medic at the blast has put an opiate in my drip.

She clenches her shoes in her hands all her clothes are burnt away.

The only thing remaing of it is the elsatic of her baziers and panties, her skin is gone, replace by a painfull slime.

She survives and is flown home.

Space is becomming a problem The only thing I had to eat was a sandwich and 2 or 3 cokes.


I have lost tract of time and periodially dizzy spells come and go.

Oddly I never remember being tired.


We use any thing we can lay hands on, plastic with any ontment available and start packing them under aircraft wings out of the sun.

This was a briliant idea, no I dea who's it was.


One things this day and similar tought me is that the team works.


The military is on high alert and people come and go panes are charterred.

The resucitation are is kept clean stocked and ready, many people are still not able to be flown out.


I find myself in the worst case scenario, hourly fluid replacements and observations on a number of people who is outstreching our resources.

6 of my patients are ventilated too.

The massas under the plane wings decrease in number.

The wards run empty and no one died.


I shower look at some concrete still on my lower legs and shirt.

3 Days and three nights has passed.



The sleep that folowed was deep and sudden.


These events changed my

peronality

goals


All I had to do now was to choose a direction and be free and sound of mind