Saturday, December 24, 2011


I really don’t know what to say anymore.  Finding the words to write into a blog about my experience here in Afghanistan has turned into an event of endless frustration and torture. Motivation has dried up in my personal drought.  Being here is a mental and emotional daily beat down. Experiencing war first hand (from a surgeons perspective) is nothing like I thought it would be and something I was ill prepared for no matter how much effort I put in prior to this deployment. Trauma has continued to flow in a bloody river of sorts. Yes, I have made a difference in soldiers’ lives but I’m at my emotional whit’s end managing war ravaged amputations of our soldier’s limbs and death.  When I’m overwhelmed with trauma my mind has a mental block to the situation I’m surviving in but when periods of monotony compose my days between the traumatic ones I find the only way to escape is sleeping. At least I can dream of my life back home; my wife, my kids and everything I love.  There is no romanticizing the job I do nor the life I’m forced to live here in Afghanistan and the same could be said for the endless ravaged heroes I care for on a daily basis, their efforts far outweigh any I could bring to this table; that’s why we call them heroes.
It seems these past few weeks have dealt the worse hand to the E.O.D. soldiers.  The volume of IED’s that insurgents are placing has increased and their wicked tactics have worsened.  Not only are the primary IED’s being placed to damage  passing coalition vehicles but secondary devices are put nearby to maim or kill E.O.D. personal whose mission is to disarm them.  One such incident our FST had to deal with is rather noteworthy.
 Four E.O.D. soldiers were on a mission to disarm a suspected IED.  Prior to getting to the suspect position they encountered an unknown large IED that blasted the MRAP they were traveling in. The force was so intense it picked up the vehicle and flipped it end to end. When the rescue crew arrived it was determined the area was unsafe due to multiple secondary IED’s in the immediate area. The extraction plan was then changed. A medevac Blackhawk was used to hoist the injured soldiers to safety and they were then transferred to our forward surgical unit for treatment. When they arrived all four were brought into our facility. Only one of the four soldiers was able to drag himself in under his own power; the others were carried in on stretchers.  It was apparent that the injuries were to the lower extremities.  One of the soldier’s legs was covered in his own blood and he was withering in pain.  It was not obvious what the injuries were to this soldier on my initial views. This soldier’s multicam uniform was quickly removed and one of our general surgeons began his trauma resuscitation while I focused on the effected extremity.  Once his pant leg was removed there was an obvious open tibia fracture staring at me. I continued to use trauma shears to cut of his leather boot and was taken back at what I saw; his foot was amputated in the middle of its length. What amazed me was his boot was completely intact with no obvious signs of trauma. The force of the blast was of such a magnitude that it caused this level of injury. I later learned the haul of the MRAP was intact so it was the shock wave that propagated through the floor that caused this injury. I immediately had our radiology technician take x-rays to further assess the damage. The injury was worse than I could have imagined. Nearly every bone in the soldiers’ foot was severely fractures into pieces no bigger than an inch or less, and the end of the tibia was unrecognizable.  This was among the worst lower extremity injuries I had ever seen.  There was no chance of reconstructing his lower extremity, thus, I was forced to take the soldier to the operating room where I amputated his leg; one of many I have been faced with here in Afghanistan.
Two days following the E.O.D. soldiers leg amputation lightning struck again; this time my emotions had a hard time controlling themselves. 
A young 19 year old U.S. female Specialist was on a mission in the rugged terrain north of Jalalabad with her fellow unit soldiers when they hit an IED. An extreme blast was encountered similar to the last group of soldiers we dealt with days earlier.  A medevac Blackhawk was dispatched to their position and they were transferred to out FST. When the Blackhawk landed they were quickly transferred to our trauma bays for evaluation. Of the four soldiers sent to us for medical care a young female specialist and an American born translator fared the worst.  My attention focused on the 19 year old Specialist. She was screaming from pain; tears drenched her face.  Her leg was covered in blood and the bottom of her boot, which was ripped open, was slowly pouring out blood. A tourniquet which was ineffectively applied to her leg was failing.  One of our general surgeons started the resuscitation while I focused on her leg. Her injury was severe to her lower leg and even though I had not seen x-rays or removed her boot I knew what was likely from the soldier I dealt with days earlier.   Our anesthesia provider was trying to calm her down with sedation with minimal success. I was able to finally remove her boot on the injured leg; everyone in the immediate vicinity was taken aback by the extent of injury. I knew without a doubt reconstruction of this soldiers leg would be unacceptable based on the severity of the injury. Amputation of this young woman’s leg was the only option.
My heart kind of dropped with this realization. This would be the first female amputation for our team and me personally from a traumatic cause.  Time stopped within myself while my mind tried to comprehend the ramifications for this soldier that are about to take place.  This soldier was young and just starting her life. She was a college student, not married and without children. Her life plans will now sail a different course that she or her family never anticipated. 
The young soldier was brought back to the operating room for her unexpected meeting with fate; and in the end mine as well.  Our anesthesia team gently put her to sleep and then my work began. Once I finished she was extubated and transferred to the post-surgical area to recover. While I was completing my surgical records the young specialist asked for me, so I went over to her side to see what she wanted.  Once by her side she looked me in the eyes and asked how everything went. My heart dropped with emotional discomfort and personal turmoil at that moment. I was taken off guard that she was not only so lucid this soon after surgery but the simple question she asked at a moment for me like this. Most times I have only good news to tell my patients; your knee replacement went wonderful, your shoulder is going to do excellent, but this soldier’s reality is different. I put my hand on her shoulder and told her what was done; her tired eye’s swelled and tears flowed and she grabbed my hand on her soldier. I immediately went into “positive mode” as I usually do in hard timed with patients. I explained the technological advancements in prosthesis design and that she will walk again. For men it’s an easier sell but for a female it’s not as there is nothing feminine about prostheses. The social ramifications seem much more negative for a female in these circumstances. I spent about 20 minutes compassionately discussing the soldiers’ situation with her and then she blindsided me with another request; can you tell my mom? Uneasily, I agreed.
When injured soldiers come to our FST and they are stable we have a dedicated cell phone for them to call their families to let them know what happened and that they are ok. Soldiers and their families are always appreciative and it gives a noticeable relief to the injured soldiers. 
The young Specialist dialed her family and after one bad connection I could hear the phone ringing in the background, then “hello” from a woman’s voice. She slowly led her mom into the situation without any specific detail of the injury. After about five minutes of patiently waiting she handed the phone to me. The soldiers’ mom really did not understand the extent of the injury and now the stressful discussion lay on my shoulders. It was as hard to tell her mother the situation as it was telling someone their family member had died back in my surgical internship.  Her mother did not take it well as would be expected; she and her husband nearby were sobbing profusely.  She had a hard time excepting the reality of the situation and must have asked me the same questions 5 times over about a 10 minute conversation. I tried to be as insightful and positive as I could. Once I was finished with the discussion I handed the phone back to her daughter. Their following conversation was laced with crying, and words of love.
My time here has been nothing short of an emotional and mental roller coaster; parts born from my Afghanistan experience and others from the stress of being separated from my wife and children.  I’ve shed more tears in the last 5 ½ months than the last 15 years of my life, some related to the injured soldiers I’ve treated but most from the heroes our FST has lost.  I was anticipating this experience would strengthen my personal fortitude but in reality it has taken my positive points of view and skewed them into jadedness.  My days have been filled with unexpected emotional forecasts and over time this lack of control becomes overwhelming. The stress of family from a distance, the constant threat of attack, soldier’s injuries and demise, and the lack of an outlet to relax deteriorates your strength as a person over months on end.  I’m not here to judge the grand reasons we are still within this theater of war. The only valid perspective I can give is my own, and can tell you on a personal level this environment is not for me.  I feel like I’ve been locked in a cage of moral negativity and pushed to live a life not of my choosing.  The army I signed up for in December of 2000 is not the army of present day. I don’t know how I will look back at this experience in 10 years and I hope I can gleam some positivity from it, but today I feel that is unlikely.  
I have a little over 3 more weeks here in Afghanistan before I start the long journey back to Kentucky. I may be leaving this war here in Afghanistan but I’ll be confronted with a different unfamiliar post war family reconstruction when I arrive home. My young boys are at war with me for being gone and don’t communicate with me at this point; although, they asked Santa for their daddy to come home from the army for Christmas. The newborn daughter I left 2 weeks after her birth does not know her father and my wife has learned to live without her husband in her daily life.  I have learned to live without the responsibilities of a father and have become a self-centered personally indulgent individual. I have a lot of social reintegration myself waiting and it’s not going to be without a sizable amount of stress. Fortunately for me I have been able to maintain communication with my family. The soldiers who are isolated living on the Afghan mountainside are not so blessed. I can’t even begin to imagine the turmoil they will face with home reintegration. 
It seems many back in the U.S. individuals support the troops in various degrees.  Some offer gratitude, nods and handshakes, and others are active in supporting our troops through their time sending care packages, writing letters, knitting hats, and making a difference in a soldiers world both in theater and back in the United States.  I don’t want to rain on someone’s proverbial parade but if you aren’t going to take an active part in making a difference in our troops lives don’t bother with the handshakes, nods and superficial forms of gratitude; we know your happy in your comfortable world where you don’t have to risk everything for a nation that we as soldiers care so much for. The last thing freedom needs is to be cheapened by superficiality. Everyone has the opportunity to make a difference. You can shy away into your protected corner or spread your wings and let freedom ring loud and clear. The choice is yours. God bless America, and all individuals who seek freedom.
Thanks for coming along for the ride.
I’ll be home very soon Melissa, Turin, Talon and baby Myla. I love you more than you will ever know.



  1. God bless you and the work you do!

  2. Dr. Mark,
    Wow, don't know real what to see. I am one human being who read your story with tears in my eyes for your suffering and service and the suffering of the men and women you care for. I pray you will find help for your own recovery and healing when you return to the states. Yes, for you and your comrades and all soldiers and their families. May you someday, somehow be at peace. May you be healed.

  3. Thanks so much for sharing. My husband, a Marine, and I are from KY. I hope you have a safe trip back to your family soon. You are in our prayers.

  4. athank you Mark for all the terrific work you have done there and the amount of lives you have saved.
    I agree with you,I hope people that shake hands etc are actually doing something for the troops.I would like to challenge all readers here ,for New Years,find someone to write to that is deployed,go to Soldiers Angels or one of the many other organisations and help a soldier,it is a very rewarding experience I can tell you.I've been doing this for 5 years now and love being able to help,I come from Australia and STILL no soldier likes my vegemite I,HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you there,sepecially to you Doc,God Bless You.

  5. Mark, I have no adequate words with which to express my thoughts clearly to you. You and your fellow docs are just as much heroes as those in the field. It takes courage and special skills ( not surgical) to deal with the situations you have encountered too. Few of us at home can really comprehend what you all deal with on our behalf. Yes, we are complacent with our status, but those who offer handshakes, etc are at least cognizant of that sacrifice you a making on our behalf. You blog has been a great eye-opener for us. I would like to use it in class this year to help the kids better realize what is meant by "freedom is not free." hope that is okay with you. In the meantime, know that you are in my thoughts and prayers. I will continue to shake hands, say thanks and contribute to disabled vets groups. Mostly I will pray that your reunion with your wife and children and that your life will be filled with joy and grace. God's blessings to you all.
    Nadine Pekarek

  6. Doc I am going to go read some more, but I want to say that I agree with all of the comments above. I could only imagine what you and the men and women who come through your operational area are going through. I will and am thanking you and all concerned for your service. I shall not attest
    to what support our government is giving to this or any other mission,
    but, I almost believe it does not include all that is needed to complete the real mission. Again a mighty thank you and also a wish _That you and yours will have a happy New year (In _of all places) Afghanistan. ulric(seattle)

  7. I am happy that you will be back with your family soon, and I wish you the best of luck reintegrating back into life outside of war. I cannot imagine living in a world where you wake up and go to bed in fear, surrounded by such devastation. You, Sir, ARE a hero. You have a hard job, that you do well, and in turn some other mother, father, wife or husband, gets their Soldier back. You have made a sacrifice that most are unwilling to make, and if I thanked you everyday for the rest of my life, it would not be enough. Thank you for sharing your story, however difficult it has been, for it is a story that deserves to be told.

    God Bless and Happy New Year, to you and your family.

  8. Every wounded soldier or marine accepted that risk for me. Every soldier that wakes in the night from PTSD dreams does that as a consequence of their decision to protect my children and my family.

    I can not support them all personally, but such a person, with that level of courage, commitment and responsibility would be the marks that I would seek as I hope to hire for my factory, and I would be honored to date any lady who served. Such courage would be a mark of beauty deeper than the shallow forms we see in the movies.

    I love them more than I can say. In their hour of grief, we hope our love will make them whole. I trust that their strength retained and displayed for the rest of their lives. We are lucky to find young men and women like them. May we live up to the high honor of their service.

  9. And Doc, see if you can get a copy of "The Other Side of Time" some memoirs written by a combat surgeon in WWII.

    G=d bless you in your work, and please pass along our love and respect to your staff and your patients.

  10. Hi,
    I'm writing to you because I'm the wife of a surgeon of 25 years, who not only ran his private surgical practice in the worst part of Los Angeles, but also closed it when he decided to become an active duty surgeon. It is the best work of his life, though it has not come without everything that you have written about.

    Thank you for writing about your days, and also your thoughts and feelings. First of all, know that what you are doing is deeply appreciated. We are grateful you are there to provide not only expert clinical and surgical skills, but also compassion to everyone around you, and those who you are charged with taking care of. This being said, I know that with each tear, the well can run dry making you feel as though you have been left on a mesa and there is no way to get down.

    Most definitely, everything you have experienced in war has been over the top --something that most will never go through. This being said, there are a lot of people and organizations there to help you and your family through the social and emotional reintegration process.

    Bessel van der Kolk M.D., one of the best researchers into PTSD at The Trauma Center, has said, "PTSD is a normal response to an extreme and abnormal situation." Your sleeping is the body's coping mechanism to stress as is the depression, anger, and anxiety. (Sorry, doc, I have to call it as it's presented). So in other words, what you're feeling right now is a normal response to a series of events that is stressful, and the situation you're in, offers very little in terms of variety or outlets to work things out through.

    I'm glad you're writing because it's a very good way to work out frustrations and later --through an editing process, put things into order and try to make some sense out of the events, and your place in it. If you come over to our blog, War Retreat you'll be able to pick up some resources that might help. If you need more info, just contact me through the blog.

    By the way, I hope your wife knows that on March 19, the National Military Family Association will have its applications ready for your sons to apply to go to one week of free summer camp. The two of them could probably use a break from war too.
    Very best, Kanani Fong WarRetreat.Org

  11. Mark,
    Thank you for everything you have done and for sharing your story. As a civilian VA employee, it's sometimes hard to relate to the Veterans that I talk to every day. While I will never truly know what it is like to be there or know what these incredible people have been through, reading this has given me some insight into where many of them have been.
    Thanks to you and your family.
    -Laura (Pezo) Chapman

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