Defence Forces Review 2008
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<strong>Defence</strong> <strong>Forces</strong> <strong>Review</strong> <strong>2008</strong><br />
and it was dark as we approached Dublin Airport. There, we were met by the General Staff.<br />
We boarded our Aer Lingus jumbo, with a shamrock as its livery, at 7.30pm. We were soon<br />
airborne, heading east into the unknown.<br />
For many of us, it was an adventure. Most had never been outside of Ireland before. Midflight,<br />
we watched a film called ‘Turning Point’. How fitting as this journey was to be just<br />
such a turning point in many of our lives. Five hours later, we touched down in Tel Aviv – at<br />
4.30 local time. It was warm despite the darkness and I witnessed my first Middle Eastern<br />
dawn. I checked to make sure everyone was well and within two hours, we had started our<br />
journey north for Tibnin.<br />
My first impression was one of war. There was the sheer level of the military presence in Israel<br />
and the memorial to the Holocaust and more recent wars, echoes of other conflicts.<br />
As we crossed the border at Rosh Haniqra and through Naquora, we stepped from one civilisation<br />
into another, from a country of the first world into a country torn by war and poverty. The<br />
signs of conflict were everywhere. The beauty of the place was pockmarked with shellfire. We<br />
were ushered through checkpoints, first by the Christian Phalangists and then the PLO, whose<br />
football game we disrupted as we passed through. Beauty and carnage lived side by side. We<br />
drove along roads that were carved into white cliffs. Just before Tyre, as we turned for Tibnin,<br />
I saw a lone man with a donkey and three camels and in the distance some shepherds with their<br />
goats. But the sounds of gunfire and the signs of shrapnel were never far away.<br />
Then we passed through Qana, that village of ancient miracles and modern massacres and<br />
munificence. A place where in recent wars all sects were slaughtered and yet a sense of<br />
community spirit lived on to the extent that one religious group facilitated the other to worship<br />
in their temple while theirs was being rebuilt. It didn’t matter to them whether they were<br />
followers of the prophet from Nazareth or the prophet from Mecca. They worshipped the same<br />
deity. Yet neither their God, nor the UN, could shelter them from the anger of God’s chosen<br />
people. Finally, after passing through Harris, we arrived in Tibnin, a town dominated by its<br />
castle built by the Crusaders. This place was to become a home from home for the Irish.<br />
Our first day was one of simply trying to comprehend where we were and why we were<br />
there. Mundane things were done; some mild ailments dealt with. After lunch, a call from<br />
C Company informed me that a large Lebanese lady had suddenly lost consciousness in the<br />
village of Bir as Sanasil. My first humanitarian mission: as I left the ambulance, I felt once<br />
again just as I did as a newly qualified doctor; the only difference being that this time, I was on<br />
my own. The woman was surrounded by a curious crowd. Given her large girth and the lack<br />
of any other signs, I diagnosed a case of hypoglycaemic coma or low blood sugar. I injected<br />
intravenous dextrose and some other medicines. The result was dramatic. Within a minute,<br />
she shook her head, got up and walked. I heard the words ‘Shukran Hakim’ for the first time.<br />
I’d passed my first test. There were to be many more.<br />
Such humanitarian duties were to be an integral part of the life and work of the medical corps<br />
over the 23 years. Looking back, I think it would be reasonable to say that during our time<br />
there, we treated in excess of 150,000 people – some 6,000 or so every year. Not all of these<br />
cases were to be as dramatic as my encounter with the unconscious lady. We ran medical<br />
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