Today started out great. I walked to my office and found my office door looking like this! Thanks to those soldiers of mine that did this! It was a good, hot day here. I also learned a new trick, one that I have been trying to learn for years. I learned how to do a wheelie on a wheel chair. I know, such a big accomplishment. I was so proud of myself; I had to show my commander!
No day is a good day for a death; however, I might make an exception for this. Last night, in the middle of the darkness, two men were implanting an IED in Iraq when, BAMM!, it goes off. One of the men dies instantly, while the other lay in the road for over 18 hours before being discovered. I saw this guys femur bone from the ball joint at the hip to what was left of it about a foot below being tossed into a plastic pail in our OR today. His body looked like a heap of ground beef. I was amazed how the team of surgeons knew what was what in the pile of stuff. There was the occasional fountain spewing artery here and there. There was a lot of blood on the floor, bloody surgical sponges all over the place, and the smell of gang green in the air. The team of surgeons and technicians worked liked a well oiled machine to save this man’s life. I asked if he would live, and the prognosis was not good-he lost a lot of blood, and the total amount of injuries was still not known. If he doesn’t make it, I might make the exception to agree to that!
