I'm watching a show on Discovery Health about a MASH unit in Iraq. It's at Balad AB. The place where my husband could go next time he deploys.
I shouldn't have done it.
I'm seeing soldiers and airmen come into this field hospital with legs blown off, shrapnel wounds the size of grapefruit in ther sides and necks. Some of them come in with their flack vests still on and fight the staff trying to take them off.
I learned that Balad gets mortared every other day. That bothers me...because part of my husband's job is air base ground defense. He gets to secure the perimiter. He gets to be a moving target.
I really shouldn't have watched it.
But I know some people who should.
The armchair quarterbacks. Those who sit and talk about this war. THEY should have to watch this. They should have to see these soldiers come in, scared and hurt. They should have to see the pain they endure, both physical and psychological. They should have to see how losing a leg or a foot affects a person, not just immediately..but for the rest of their lives. They should have to see how American soldiers aren't just numbers to be bandied about; that they aren't statistics. They're real people.
People, not numbers. Like my husband, and my neighbor. Like our friends down the street. People.
I shouldn't have watched it, but I did. And, if my husband is unlucky enough to get hurt whilst he's there (or any place else in Iraq) I've seen the place where he'll be treated. I've seen the process by which he'll get shipped home, if he's lucky enough to survive.
I've seen it, and it scares me.