Monday, February 21, 2011


Today a young boy died.

We were paged this morning for a casualty. An eight year-old boy in an IED blast. He set off the explosive on foot at his village. American forces arrived at the scene and performed first aid. The boy stopped breathing in the field. The flight medic took over his care but the patient was pulseless and needed CPR during the flight.

He arrived with tourniquets on both legs to prevent bleeding from the stumps that remained. Had he lived he would have been a bilateral amputee. His head was wrapped in bandages that hid major skull indentations and exposed brain. One of his eyes was missing.

We pronounce the boy dead and cleaned and wrapped his body . His father had flown in on the helo and so was able to spend time with his son. He was visibly upset. Most of the rest of the day was spent trying to facilitate the father bringing his boy home for burial before sunset as is their custom.

The atmosphere in the FST was unusually hushed afterwards. You grow rather thick skin in this job but even thick skin can be penetrated by a sharp edge. This case seemed to be that. In another world, this boy could have been a play date for my own sons who are his age.

I have written that our days have been quiet in recent weeks. The lull in action along with the approach of our departure portended to a leisurely end to this mission. But much has changed in the past few days between the extension of our deployment and the resumption of violence. During the lull, my blog entries had veered towards the glib. Much of that was due to lack of anything else to write. Now that the war seems to have no intention of letting us leave quietly, I admit that lightness of being feels like a luxury. I am weary of writing about violence.

We are fortunate to have an out. In a few weeks we will return home where bombs and guns make the news but don't penetrate our lives. This man and his family have no such out. It is they who have a right to claim weariness.


  1. I feel such sorry for the death of this dear child. I feel deep sorry for his father and his family. I can only imagine the sorry and heaviness you Scot, and your fellow sailor/soldiers felt that day. I am glad you all were there to support and comfort the father as best you could. Thank you for sharing this. It is tough to write about, but us stateside folks need to know what you and the other women and men serving in harms way are going through. And we as a nation, need to know the true cost of war.

    I too am praying for you all. Thank you for your service, not only to our nation but also to men, women, children of any nationality who need to your help and care. God's blessing to you all, bring you home safe and provide for your own healing.

  2. Debbie of Boise said it all in the first comment.
    You are in our prayers.

  3. So sad to hear. We'll be "tagging" you guys out soon and the assumption of your burden is painful to contemplate. Thanks for your sacrifices. I'll see you shortly.