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February 14, 2004. Valentines Day. In an US controlled area in Iraq, a one hundred year-old building stood aground. It was used as a library some fifty-years ago until recently when the new public library nearby commenced its operation. The architecture was transformed by the US military to become one of the largest frontline military hospital since their presence in Iraq, treated the wounded. Dr. Liza Welsh was stationed here. Dr. Welsh was a physician, and back at home she was taking care of terminally ill cancer patients before coming here, which she later recall to be -- Hell on Earth. She had no idea the intensity and dramatism that will unfold when an injured soldier was sent in for her care.
She held her cup of coffee staring at her blood-stained boots still not yet recovered from her traumatic experience the night before when she lost 3 of her patients, victims of reckless bombing of her countries' enemy. Medics there wore dusky red boots, and they are trophies and manifestation of their efforts in saving their countrymen from the hazards of war. They succeeded at times, yet failed at others, nonetheless they offered hope to those warrior at the frontline.
A minute passed, and the siren rang. Another causalty arriving from the helipad. Soldiers in mild condition usually arrives in humviees, but Dr. Welsh knew, the helipad meant catastrophe.
Inside the OR, or operating room, she saw a soldier in burnt clothing. Nurse started to scissor away what remains of the uniform. To Welsh surprise, the victim was a women, with severe trauma to her face, anterior chest, as well as her left leg. In fact, her left leg was hanging to her body by unrecognizable flesh. Welsh felt for a carotid pulse. No pulse. A nurse jumped onto her chest and start pounding --- CPR. Still no pulse. Dr. Welsh not hesitantly pulled out a cart of drugs and started ordering them to be adminstered. Adrenaline, Atropine, Lidocaine, whatever they got, she injected. Five minute went by, still no signs of life. She had been dead for too long, she thought, and ready to give up. Sudden she felt her pulse. The very first sign of life. Further efforts to save this women was successful, and this day Dr. Welsh saved yet another life.
After the battle at the OR, she accompanied the patient to her bed, seeing her husband at bedside. She was full of sorrows because the husband seem depressed, but she was happy that she did not have to say -- your wife did not make it -- on a Valentine Day.
After the incident on Valentine's Day, Dr. Welsh went on to perform her duties as spectacularly as any medics could have done. And before the war ends, there was already a saying that --- If you come in dead, you want Welsh at the table.
Returning to heaven, or home, after a year of duty, she could never be able to do what she did in Iraq, but Dr. Welsh would never forget her experience in Hell on Earth.
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This story is fictional!!!!!!!!
參考: stawong1214 idea comes from TIME on a coverage of Iraq.