Defence Forces Review 2008
Defence Forces Review 2008
Defence Forces Review 2008
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‘Bullets, Bacteria and Boredom’<br />
Bullets of a different kind were shot in November 1992. It was a quiet day and had all the<br />
appearances of a quiet evening. I had just finished my evening meal and was looking for some<br />
entertainment when I was ordered to proceed to Haddatha. An event was unfolding in the<br />
enclave. On arrival at 6-38, the temporary armoured ambulance with crew was already there.<br />
What was happening was still unclear. Eventually, an armoured convoy headed up and over<br />
hill 880 and down to Attiri 6-44. We were still unsure of the situation.<br />
With me in the ambulance were the Padre and the medical team. At the water hole, we met<br />
CS Jerry Dineen and Captain Gus McNamara. I examined Michael McCarthy who was dead.<br />
He had been shot about 300 metres away, near the cemetery, around the spot where the four<br />
waddis meet below the brown mound – one of the most beautiful spots in the south.<br />
I was told that the medic and another wounded solider had been taken as prisoners to SLA<br />
regional HQ at Safa Al Howa. We placed Michael’s body in the rear and took the other two<br />
survivors into the front of the ambulance and proceeded into the night, the sounds of mortar<br />
and shellfire exploding in the distance. I was still unclear about what had happened. Why<br />
And how As I proceeded up Tracer Alley lined with olive and pine trees, I could sense a great<br />
amount of fear and also a great amount of what I might call the fog of conflict. The personnel<br />
at 6-44 were seriously shocked. The position had come under sustained fire and they were<br />
lucky to have escaped with their lives. I now had Michael’s dead body and three seriously<br />
psychologically traumatised soldiers in my care. There were two others at Safa Al Howa. I did<br />
not know the extent of their injuries or even if they were still alive. What had happened that<br />
evening I feel the full story is still shrouded in the cloud of conflict.<br />
While we were still at 6-44, Team Victor, the UNSTO observers, made contact to tell us that<br />
our prisoners would be released to my care. In their company, I proceeded up the Snake Road<br />
and into the SLA medical complex. There I met that psychopath – Gal Both, the customs man<br />
from Byat Yuhan. He was baying for blood and wanted our lads killed. I noted what good care<br />
had been taken of our wounded. One had been shot in both knees and had a very deep bullet<br />
graze on his back. The other had less serious injuries. I thanked their doctor who told what<br />
he understood had happened. The story started to take on more clarity. It seemed the SLA<br />
attachment at the brown mound misread the situation, thinking it was a Hezbollah incursion<br />
and ambush. They opened fire, killing three of their own – Lieutenant Joseph and two others<br />
– as well as Michael and wounding many on both sides.<br />
We left Safa Al Howa to the sounds of mortar and the rat-tat-tat of gun fire which broke the<br />
silence and darkness of that eerie night. We returned, after what seemed an inordinate time,<br />
to our own operational area and to the medical centre. There, the medics tended, with great<br />
care – as always – to the mortal remains of Michael McCarthy. The Padre and I administered<br />
to the survivors into the night. They were truly wounded people – in ways both physical and<br />
psychological. What had seemed to be a peaceful and quiet evening proved to be anything but.<br />
September 11th 2001 was a clear day in South Lebanon. We were approaching the end of our<br />
final tour in the area. I walked to the highest point in the village where there was a monument<br />
under construction to the Irish who paid the ultimate price. I was almost back at the camp<br />
when I heard on my transistor radio that a small aircraft had crashed into one of the Twin<br />
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