My morning started off by passing out gas-masks to staff at the hospital. Watching people struggle with the straps and messing up their hair was quite humorous. It made the time go by faster here in this barren wasteland. After a few hours of doing that pointless job, I got called back to repair an electrocardiogram machine. It is a machine which records and prints out heart rhythms while respiratory techs make the patient walk the treadmill. After that got fixed, we received word that a bus flipped over and that several helos were headed our way. Me and Jcid ran to the back and announced the alarm. "Mass Cal, Mass Cal, this is not a drill!!!" Everybody dropped what they were doing and opened up the conix box filled with stretchers and donkey carts. We got runners to run over to the barracks to recall all the hospital staff. A few corpsman put on helmets and ran after the gurney and lined them up ready to receive patients. There was word that there was to be 14 patients total. I helped carry the patients to the treatment center. Unfortunately for the patients, this was a fun evolution. It gave us a sense of pride and purpose here in Kuwait. Too bad it wasn't a drill.
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