Showing posts with label Canadians. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canadians. Show all posts

Saturday, January 8, 2011

"If you arrive alive, you will survive." - Canadian Surgeons at KAF are among "the best of the best"

Many will write about those who fight in AFGHANISTAN, I like to feature stories about those who provide healing to all who are wounded there....

The Canadians have shared a major portion of that load in Afghanistan....I didn't always appreciate COMKAF (Command Kandahar Airfield) because the Canadian Command didn't always make good decisions BUT I will tell you, if you needed care, you really weren't concerned about the nationality of the medical team putting you back together...Here is a good story about a dedicated Canadian doctor and his experiences in the War Zone....




He who wishes to be a surgeon should go to war"
Canadian MDs risk life and limb in Afghanistan

By Graham Lanktree - The National Review of Medicine

Major Sandra West stepped out of the plane onto the dusty tarmac. This was Kandahar air base. Mere moments later word came down: 11 casualties, all of them Afghan National Army soldiers who had just been caught in a firefight, were headed her way.

Welcome to Afghanistan.

That was Maj West's brusque introduction to the country when she arrived last August. A senior military physician from Ottawa, she had been put in charge of all medical cases that were brought into the NATO air base hospital.

She found herself remembering Hippocrates' millennia-old aphorism: "He who wishes to be a surgeon should go to war."

"I knew more about gunshot wounds in my first week working in Kandahar than my entire career," says Maj West. "If you ever want to do trauma, after going through something like this nothing is going to faze you."

PREPARING FOR WAR
Maj West had little time to prepare for Afghanistan after being added on short notice to a rotation that would last from August through to the end of February this year. Just days before flying to Kandahar from Canada she finished a 12-week trauma course given by the military at Montreal General Hospital. "At the hospital, though, they get trauma cases in ones and twos — not eight or ten like we do in Kandahar," she says.

Or even more, sometimes. The worst situation she saw there brought 21 new Afghan patients into the hospital when 15 of the unit's 16 primary care beds were already occupied. For situations like that, military trauma physicians have developed their own triage shorthand: Alpha, for life threatening cases; Bravo, for serious wounds; and Charlie, for broken bones, cuts and bruises.

"You need lots of flexibility as a leader," observes Maj West. Not only to manage the number of staff working around you, but also to deal with whatever event is just around the corner. "Often we would get a call from a medic where they're under fire or they've been in a situation where there's an explosion," she reports. "They're trying to make an assessment and casualties could change in transit, or they don't know how bad the wounds are." She would have to prepare herself and the trauma team of at least nine other doctors for anything.

OUTSIDE THE WIRE
What the medics do on the front lines, however, is what really saves lives, says Maj West. There's a saying on the Kandahar airbase: "If you arrive alive, you will survive."

Captain Ray Wiss, an emergency physician from Sudbury, Ontario, treated soldiers in the critical moments after their injuries as the lead medic of an armoured ambulance crew. "One day when I was out there, one of our vehicles hit a mine," he recalls. "Trying to go from one injured guy to the other, to the other one, and making sure my team was doing this task, that task and managing everything — it was unforgettable. I was working at the most intense level I ever have. Your goal is to stabilize those people immediately. You're intubating them and starting multiple IVs and knowing that the chopper is 30 minutes away. It's stressful. You want to make all the right decisions."

AN UNUSUAL PATH
Capt Wiss's experience is unique; physicians rarely travel outside the wire, beyond the limits of the Kandahar base. But some paramedics had been killed, he says, and the military needed help out in the field. "When these gaps appeared people on the ground knew I had combat training as an infantry officer. So they asked me to take a front line position. I had to have a long conversation about it with my wife."

After only a couple of weeks in Kandahar working with Maj West as a trauma team leader, Capt Wiss set off for an outpost along the border of Pakistan on the edge of the Red Desert. It wasn't the first time he'd done something like this. He had trained in the Canadian infantry, working as a medic in South Africa in 1994 during the run-up to elections marking the end of apartheid, and Nicaragua in the mid-80s. He still carries a souvenir from Nicaragua: shards of an AK-47 bullet, lodged in his left knee.

When he responded to calls from Canadians, Capt Wiss would steel himself to treat severe injuries. "When Canadians come in it's always IEDs," he says. "The explosion comes from underneath so you're dealing with lots of leg wounds and other things from the waist on up. You can survive getting your legs ripped off. But if something happens to your chest and abdomen then the chances aren't as good." Luckily, in a pinch his skilled hands can perform needle thoracocentesis on collapsed lungs under some of the most extreme conditions.

CARING FOR THE TALIBAN
But Capt Wiss didn't only treat Canadians; many Taliban fighters who had just seen combat against Canada's forces would be brought in with gunshot wounds.

Captured Taliban fighters are terrified that at some point they're going to be tortured, he says. They're surprised when their wounds receive the same attention that a Canadian soldier's would.

Over at the Kandahar airbase the same prisoners treated outside the wire by Capt Wiss would be brought to see Maj West's team wearing blacked-out goggles and earmuffs to block any defining sights or sounds. They're then taken to a closed-off area where an interpreter, who translates between the medical staff and their patient, stands behind a screen hiding their identity. Maj West would also remove her nametag and rank. Just to be safe.

Some of her soldier colleagues learned to protect their identities the hard way. A number of soldiers purchased Afghan cell phones and used them to call back home. Resourceful Taliban fighters tapped into the calls and would later call those numbers back, terrorizing their families back in Canada by identifying themselves and saying "We've got your relative and you're never going to see them again."

Yet Maj West also felt for many of the Taliban fighters she treated. "Often they were young kids, 16 to 18 years old, who had been recruited to plant roadside bombs with the promise of money, or threats to their family's safety."

GAINING EXPERIENCE
Just a few weeks ago a Taliban rocket landed so close to the airbase medical building that it shook. Even on the heavily fortified NATO base rocket attacks aren't infrequent. So why would physicians — especially civilian physicians — put themselves in danger's way?

Dr Steven Wheeler, who finished his second tour in Afghanistan as a civilian at the end of February, says that he's a much better anesthetist for having gone. "I learned tons. In Canada I don't regularly take care of that many patients all at once. We would see four, seven patients arrive all together. If we ever had a mass casualty event in Calgary, now I'd be prepared."

Living with the military surgical staff taught him a lot. "My roommate was a surgeon from Vancouver. Over dinner we'd talk about abdominal compartment syndrome. I'd ask, 'What can I do to reduce this?' That constant sharing of ideas was excellent for my practice."

He learned to prioritize cases by their urgency as they arrived and was awed by the innovations that came from staff on all sides. (For more on the military's advances in emergency medicine, read our article in next month's issue).

FIGHTING SHORTAGES
About this time last year the Canadian military put out a desperate call for physicians to work in Afghanistan. They only had half the number of doctors they needed and military officials predicted it could be three to four years for the number to rise, staunching the gaps.

However, the response was quick. One year later, the military has the physicians it needs. Generous cash incentives for enlisting may have played a part. Physicians receive a signing bonus of $225,000 plus an annual salary of up to $165,000 for a four-year enlistment in the Canadian Forces, and medical students close to graduation get a signing bonus of $180,000 — enough to pay off looming debt. And civilian physicians are compensated handsomely; they make $3,000 to $5,000 per day for one-month tours. That totals up to $155,000 for just a month in Kandahar.

"For many, the money enables them to go to Afghanistan," Maj West says. "You're asking people to put their lives at risk. There's no guarantee you're going home alive or able to continue practising medicine." But she believes many of those who go aren't in it for the money.

Despite the risks, Dr. Wheeler says it was worth it to work with the Canadian medical team in Kandahar. "I would be very happy to go back to a situation like Afghanistan. It would be very difficult to find people doing that level of medicine anywhere. They truly are the best of the best."

Friday, December 24, 2010

Canadian troops gather for special Christmas Eve mass in Kandahar & a reminder the war doesn't stop for the holidays


I am glad the troops can take a break to celebrate Christmas....been there, done that.

Merry Christmas to them all & God Bless them while they do their duty....

Until next year, when they can be home and others will be out there to take their place.


Canadian troops gather for special Christmas Eve mass in Kandahar
Steve Rennie
Kandahar, Afghanistan— The Canadian Press
They gathered in a simple wooden chapel in a faraway land to do something quintessentially Canadian: sing Christmas songs.

These being the famed Van Doos from Valcartier, Que., they sang traditional French Christmas carols, such as Peuple fidele and Il est ne le divin enfant.

Maybe for a few minutes they forgot they were so far from home.

Christmas Eve in Kandahar The night before Christmas at Kandahar Airfield in southern Afghanistan was a festive affair, capped by a late-night mass attended by about 100 Canadian troops.

It was a day when soldiers paired desert camouflage fatigues with red Santa hats. The wooden boardwalk was abuzz with last-minute shoppers looking for that perfect gift for colleagues or to send back home — albeit a bit late.

Others packed the Internet cafe to e-mail or call loved ones at home.

Soldiers have been in the Christmas spirit all week. Every corner of the boardwalk was festooned with ornaments and paper signs from various NATO countries. The Canadians hung a sled with a red maple leaf painted on its front. The Americans went with a cardboard mantle and faux fireplace. The British had a Christmas tree.

A gargantuan Christmas tree bedecked in ornaments and lights stood next to the ball-hockey rink at the far corner of the boardwalk. After sundown, the tiny lights strung along wooden beams twinkled like stars.

Down at the Canadian part of the base, troops lined up at Tim Hortons to be served by cashiers sporting Mrs. Claus-inspired pink toques with white trim and pompoms.

Later, as the setting sun set tinged the sky with splashes of red and purple, soldiers from all countries gathered at the boardwalk for a special, multi-denominational mass.

They sang all the usual Christmas carols and prayed together. A small orchestra provided the soundtrack against a backdrop of fighter jets roaring overhead and the thwap-thwap of helicopter rotor blades.

U.S. Navy commander and chaplain Lewis Dolan led the mass. Later, he explained that faith and nationality don't matter when it comes to Christmas in Kandahar.

“We can gather together. We can celebrate Christmas. We know our families are going to be doing it,” Cdr. Dolan said.

“So we did it together, just different parts of the world.”

Troops can look forward to a special military tradition on Christmas Day: being served turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing and all the trimmings by their commanders.

And then it's back to work. The constant drone of aircraft flying overhead is a reminder the war doesn't stop for the holidays.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Angel of the Air - a Canadian Nurse in Afghanistan shares Quilts of Valour, donated from across Canada with wounded Soldiers


Words from a " Canadian Angel", a nurse who helps those who have shed their blood in battle...her words are far better than mine at describing the wonderful work that she does. She provides care and shares Quilts of Valour, donated from across Canada

God Bless her, the Canadian Quilters and all like her.


Angel of the air
November 14, 2010
The Hamilton Spectator, Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

There is a quiet moment just before the Challenger jet begins its final descent, when an “Angel of the Air” nurse slips in beside the wounded Canadian soldier and hands him or her a handmade quilt.

The injured soldier’s journey from battlefield to back home has already been long. And, for most, the real journey is just beginning. But, in that private moment, simple handcrafted pieces of cloth become a profound symbol of gratitude.

“There aren’t a lot of words spoken,” said Captain Joelle Beaudoin, an aeromedical evacuation flight nurse. “But, oh, what you can see in their eyes.”

A new batch of the Quilts of Valour, donated from across Canada, were draped throughout St. John’s Anglican Church in Winona yesterday for a “blessing” service, and Beaudoin was there to tell her story.

Born in Montreal, the 27-year-old found herself intrigued by news coverage of nurses working in combat zones, and by Hollywood depictions of nurses tending to the wounded.

Six years ago, she decided to become a military nurse and joined the Canadian Forces. In 2009, she was deployed to Afghanistan. Nothing, she said, could have prepared her what she would experience.

“It is hard to explain the feeling when you see a Canadian soldier coming to your trauma bay, because he or she has been seriously injured by an improvised explosive device,” she told the St. John’s parishioners.

“At times, it could be an extremely emotional and distressing experience … knowing a soldier’s life has been changed forever.

“In those moments, there is an overwhelming desire to help the soldier and to heal him.”

The bulk of medical work was treating Afghan soldiers, police and civilians who were injured in conflict or ill from living in poor health conditions. “There were a lot of amputations, burns and fractures.”

One patient in particular changed her life with his smile, she said.

He was only 12 years old and was the sole provider for his family. The boy was selling juice to the locals outside Kandahar Air Field when he was injured by a landmine. Both his legs had to be amputated.

“The next day when I started my shift, I was greeted by his smile. I was reminded how precious life can be, and was overcome with admiration for this young boy. Here his life was changed forever, and he was still smiling.

“I will always remember his courage and strength and carry his spirit with me forever.”

Sometimes when wounded Canadian soldiers were brought back to the Kandahar Air Field hospital, there was not enough blood available and the doctors had to activate emergency blood clinics.

“When the announcement went out over the intercom requesting help, we were overwhelmed with recipients who were willing to donate,” she said. “Imagine holding in your hand a small bag of fresh whole blood that is still warm.”

After her Afghanistan tour, Beaudoin was posted to the Aeromedical Evacuation Flight unit stationed at Trenton airbase, and became an “Angel of the Air” responsible for repatriating wounded soldiers from Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany, where U.S. and Canadian casualties are sent from the battlefield.

Elaborate preparation goes into flying the wounded soldier home, and the “angels” do everything they can to provide a “bubble of dignity and respect” around the soldiers to make their journey back as stress-free as possible.

Beaudoin has made the trip seven times.

“I realize that I am not able to create a world without violence, but what I can do is try to make the life of a wounded solder a little bit easier.”

The quilt, so emblematic of home, means so much to the soldiers, she said.

“It’s a hug and a thank-you,” she said. “From all of Canada.”

pmorse@thespec.com

Saturday, November 13, 2010

We have a job to do in Afghanistan - Letter from A Canadian Soldier's Mom



Enclosed is a letter from the Mother of one of our Canadian Soldiers, an ally and fellow warrior who has been out there twice. I spent 10 months in AFGHN and anyone who would go there twice has my respect. I give high value and praise to her words as she has a greater stake in the game than the Politicians and others do....She has offered support to her son, her nation and our shared commitment to do what must be done.....God Bless her, her son and all in harm's way.


We have a job to do in Afghanistan - Letter from A Canadian Soldier's Mom

Offering an opinion on Canada’s role in Afghanistan is not my style, for one simple reason: I am the mother of a Canadian soldier and strongly believe my role is to support my soldier son, political opinion aside.

Something moved me this time, possibly Remembrance Day, to present another opinion, from a different vantage point. My son has served in Afghanistan (Sept 2008 to May 2009) and will return to Afghanistan in spring 2011. On national TV, I have seen my son saluting a fallen comrade during a ramp ceremony at Kandahar Airfield. I have seen my son standing with the men of his section, hands on their heart and tears running down their checks honouring one of their own make his final journey. I have seen my son as a military pallbearer, solemn and stalwart. We spoke this week and when I asked his thoughts on the extension, without hesitation he responded: Absolutely we should. Canada has a commitment to NATO, an international responsibility, and with great passion, a responsibility to our 152 fallen soldiers.

I am sure opinions vary across our soldiers, although unspoken, as they too are not political. We Canadians, often from our comfortable lives, are quick to express our discontent with Canada’s role in Afghanistan. Here is one veteran’s mother’s point of view. Please, remember our soldiers.

Jennifer MacKinnon

Kitchener

http://news.therecord.com/Opinions/Editorials/article/811915

Monday, October 18, 2010

How was your day?? Take a walk with India Company, Second Royal Canadian Regiment on their first tour of Afghanistan




So, how was your day?? Tough commute??? Car wouldn't start?? Boss acts like a jerk?? Kids & wife making life tough?? Try a day in the shoes of some guys who walk down the roads in AFGHANISTAN....

These are our Canadian Friends, hanging around Camp Nathan Smith, a nasty little place just on the edge of Kandahar City....Not the kind of neighborhood you would WANT to hang around but one these intrepid warriors will make home for the next year.....yeah, they had a tougher day than you did. Hands Down.


Take a walk with India Company, Second Royal Canadian Regiment on their first tour of Afghanistan

Kandahar, Afghanistan
— The crescent moon had just risen as the Canadian soldiers crushed their last cigarettes out in the dust and began helping one another put on their heavy packs.

There was a soft breeze in the warm night air, pleasantly and unseasonably mild. That wouldn’t last.
They were about to go on their first dismounted night patrol; their unit had just rotated in, and most of these men, from India Company, Second Royal Canadian Regiment, were on their first tour of Afghanistan. Their predecessors had over the previous year lost five service members.

“This is a presence patrol,” the patrol leader, Sgt. Dan Wiese, told them, “So when it gets too dark to see, use white light. That’s the point, to let them know we’re here.”

In a staggered double file, the 20 men marched out the gate of Camp Nathan Smith, on the edge of this city at the heart of the Taliban insurgency in southern Afghanistan. They turned right onto the main north-south road, whose NATO name was Miller Lite, and took both sides of the pavement. It was 8:05 p.m.

For the first few hundred yards, Miller Lite ran through a busy commercial district, and people were still in the shops and roadside stalls; three-wheeled motorized rickshaws and motorcycles and bicycles all pulled over. Afghan police escorts stopped auto and truck traffic, and it piled up far behind, headlights blazing from the vehicles in front, spilling onto the dirt verges five or six abreast, engines revving, occasional horns blowing; it seemed like a noisy, menacing mob, held at bay by some invisible force.

Leaving Miller Lite, to the roar of vehicles finally released to move, the platoon followed a zigzag route along streets too small for NATO names, mostly dirt and gravel, crisscrossed by narrow alleyways.

This is District Nine of Kandahar City, where many Taliban fighters reputedly live because there are footpaths that lead into the adjoining mountains — ratlines, the military calls them.

After a while there were no more shops or even stalls, just mud walls. With no traffic at all, the darkness was complete but for the feeble moon and the soldiers’ white lights. Still, on the corners and here and there, Afghan men in their waistcoats and baggy shalwar kameez stood as motionless and quiet as statues.

The mud walls of Afghan communities give them a primeval air; they might be five years old or incredibly ancient. It is impossible to say, since the mud just gets renewed with every rainfall, then baked hard in the sun, until even in a short time it all looks as if it just grew there organically. The only sign anyone was at home inside were the drain holes spaced along the base of the walls, with rivulets of raw sewage running out, to join the open sewer in the street. The smell overpowered the sweet spring air.

Everywhere on the way the soldiers’ lights danced over piles of dirt and gravel, the sort of places they had been trained to look out for in a war where the biggest killer is the hidden bomb. On these roads, though, such places were every few yards.

“If you started thinking about it you’d never go anywhere,” said Capt. Rob Morency, a civil affairs officer, who was just six days away from heading home, along now to advise his last patrol.

Would the residents tell them if someone had hidden a bomb on the route, or was waiting in ambush in the black mouth of an alleyway?

“Fifty-fifty,” the captain said. “In the marketplace, maybe, but further up where there were hardly any shops…” Probably not, was the completion of that thought.

True, the people weren’t overtly friendly, but as one of the veterans of the past year here observed, “We’ve been on plenty of patrols where they stoned us.”

One of the soldiers’ lights caught an ominous black line in the dirt, half-buried and dead straight. Half-a-dozen flashlights lit up its route, dozens of yards up the street. Sergeant Wiese leaned over to look at it closely. “Kite string,” he pronounced.

The men left District Nine and crossed a footbridge over a canal; the rushing water cleansed the odor from the air. Through fields wet with spring rains, the moist softness of the evening returned. Three miles and two hours later, the lights doused as the gates of the camp swung open. Back at the patrol’s own corner of the base, the packs came off and the cigarettes came out.

“It was a pretty good first patrol,” their platoon commander, Lt. Kyle Ashe, told the men.
Sergeant Wiese, the patrol leader, had said his goal was to get everyone back alive and unhurt, and in that sense it was a success. Along the way no one cheered them, it is true, but nor did anyone stone them. And though they had shined a lot of white light, no one had shot it out.