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demico 等级 0 楼 发表于 2007/1/25 13:17:41 编 辑 |
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这是我一个朋友今天发给我的Email, 他是医生,参加了世贸被撞以后的 现场抢救.我读完之后心里很沉重. "I woke up yesterday not expecting to go to work until the evening until my roommate, Beau pointed out the smoke flying over downtown Manhattan from our balcony. As Beau was telling me that a plane crashed into the World trade Center, Howard Stern was on his alarm clock saying,"what, I don't believe it, another plane hit the world trade center." I realized right away that this is not an accident. I got dressed, chugged a cup of coffee and ran for the hospital. Within an hour our hospital had hundreds of doctors in the ER with Decontamination showers in the street, organized, the likes of which I have never seen or expected. We saw 170 victims within 2-3 hours and probably could have handled 500. Ambulances filled with 6 patients at a time would drive in. I was running triage and in charge of the trauma room. I must have triaged 50 until I was relieved. And then the worst thing in the world that could have happened, happened, it stopped. The hospital was overstaffed awaiting mass casualties and there was nothing but a few scattered police officers and firemen with smoke inhalation that came in. They sent me home to get some rest and to get ready for the night shift. I couldn't believe what I saw when I walked home. People were all over the streets except they weren't running in a rush to work, they were walking slowly, expressionless, aimlessly. There were buses parked in the middle of the street and no cars or cabs in sight. It was as though a bomb had just hit. Some asked me where they could donate blood and I was happy to direct them and when I saw the line around the block at Cabrini Hospital, I realized that there are good people in this world, something I had almost forgotten in the last few hours as we were working and the news kept coming in. I went home and of course, I couldn't sleep, I came back to the hospital early. It was quite. We sat outside of the ER entrance and families approached us wondering if we had treated their mother, father, brothers and sisters. We looked through our lists and the answer seemed to always be the same, I'm sorry, we didn't see him/her here. You can see the hurt in their eyes. I finally decided to get out there to see what I can do since I wasn't doing anything back at work. There were blockades, but not for medical personnel or rescue workers. What I saw, I hope I never see again. Downtown manhattan, a clean, beautiful, marble walls, smooth concrete and shiny black windows was just a memory. It looked as though Manhattan was hit by an atomic bomb. It seemed like the set from tne movie, Escape from New York. There was dirt, mud, smoke and debris everywhere. You had to where a mask and an eye shield with boots just to tolerate the conditions. Builings were rubble. The ones that were standing, windowns were broken and they were covered with dirt (the shine was gone). Cars were crushed, overturned and some had melted. There were emergency light beems set up so that the firemen and rescue personel can work through the night. The lobby of Brooks Brothers was turned into a triage center with paramedics, gurneys, iv poles, yet there were no patients. The exhausted workers were sleeping on the floor. Some parts of the World Trade Center was still burning and some builing were still on fire and unstable. I was standing on top of the World Trade Center where firefighters were trying to rescue a man buried up to his chest. They were trying to pry him out. There were hundreds of firefighters everywhere among the debris with flashlights looking for any other sign of life. I did not need to climb the building, it was below me. There were huge firetrucks that were crushed from debris and ambulances that had melted. I went to Battery Park city, a beautiful residential area of manhattan, prime location overlooking New Jersey along the Hudson River. The area was evacuated and desolate. My friend's building was there. I wanted to see if he would be there. Instead I saw the National Guard occupying his lobby with medical supplies and water and food supplies everywhere. I decided to walk around to the waterpromenade to sit down from exhaustion. When I turned the corner to come around, I saw empty baby stroller by the dozens. You coould just see the mothers and their horror, grabbing their babies and running through the streets. Wintergreen gardens, a beautiful, indoor atrium with trees indoors and marble steps where people used to sit, a whole blown through it with nothing on the other side. There used to be a tunnel leading to the world trade center from there. Trucks were lined up for miles to take their turn at carrying away the debris that cranes and caterpillars were lifting. Realizing that I wasn't of much use here, I headed home and looked up at the sky. For the first time in my life, I could see all of the stars clearly in Manhattan. The buildings weren't blocking them, the lights weren't obscuring them. It was dark enough to see them shine bright. I couldn't tell you how I felt to know that I stood where less than 24 hours ago, hundreds of thousands were petrified from fear, terrorized running through the streets and thousands lost their lives as debris and buildings were collapsing around them, while others were still trapped deep down under the earth among a heap of twisted metal hoping that they would be rescued before time runs out." |
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