Defence Forces Review 2008
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‘Bullets, Bacteria and Boredom’<br />
and dental clinics from the medical centre in HQ three days a week and we also held twiceweekly<br />
clinics in some of the surrounding villages. Here, we encountered people of all ages<br />
with all kinds of ailments. Most were mild but some were challenging. We always did the<br />
best we could with the resources available. We would send patients to hospitals further afield<br />
if we couldn’t treat them. Their fees were often paid by the Battalion’s Humanitarian Fund.<br />
During the summer of 1981, a young pregnant woman from the village of Harris arrived at the<br />
medical centre well after darkness. She needed immediate specialist care so off we went into<br />
the night, with tracer fire from the “Iron Triangle” illuminating the way, we arrived in Tyre.<br />
There, she delivered a lovely baby girl.<br />
On our return to HQ, we were again shadowed by tracer fire. But, as the tracer disappeared<br />
that evening, so too did my memory of the event. That was until the evening of my final<br />
departure from Lebanon. My company sergeant called me saying there were civilian patients<br />
to be seen. I was surprised as we had stopped our civilian clinics a few days previously. In any<br />
case, I decided to see them. It was a sick baby, his mother and grandmother. After examining<br />
the infant and diagnosing a minor ailment, I heard – in Tibnin English – “Hakim, you don’t<br />
remember me”. She explained that she was the woman whom I had brought to Tyre all those<br />
years ago. She introduced her now grown-up daughter, the proud mother of the baby boy.<br />
In reality, they had come to thank me. I had forgotten: she had not. I walked with them to<br />
the camp entrance where she handed me a gift – a prayer mat. It was a token of thanks that I<br />
wouldn’t forget.<br />
Stories didn’t always have such happy endings. I remember the approach to Christmas that<br />
first year. I spent the evening of the 23rd with C Company, singing songs and making music<br />
into the night. As I was going to bed, word arrived of a serious crash. Two men had been<br />
badly injured. We rushed into the night and when we arrived, the more seriously injured of<br />
the two was in a bad state. His pupils were unequal and not reacting. We transported him by<br />
helicopter to Naquora but he died in transit. He was my first UN fatality. Little did we know<br />
it at the time but the pilot and doctor (both Norwegians) who assisted me on that trip would<br />
also soon die, while engaged in another medical mission of mercy at Qana, in February of the<br />
following year.<br />
The following day’s Midnight Mass was special. We were invited to hear it in the local<br />
Lebanese Maronite Church. I was asked to read from the Prophet Isaiah – a reading about<br />
God the Eternal Father, Prince of Peace, which was both hopeful and appropriate. After the<br />
mass, the Irish contingent sang ‘Silent Night’ and ‘Adeste Fideles’ and were invited to a local<br />
house for Christmas celebrations. There, we drank lemon tea, ate cakes and sang more carols.<br />
It was a true celebration of Christmas; an occasion where the entire community in this mixed<br />
village of Muslims and Christians came together and extended their welcome to us.<br />
After Christmas, there was a lull in the fighting. Welcome as it was, it was to reveal another<br />
hazard of life in the Lebanon. At any stage during a tour, the infamous ‘black dog’ could bite<br />
and it could bite anyone – irrespective of rank. I discovered that this psychological marauder<br />
was especially prevalent during the middle period of a tour.<br />
This was a time when people got lonely. This loneliness could become overwhelming,<br />
destroying a person’s ability to communicate and enthusiasm for work. Everyone has a role<br />
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