Originally posted by Coela Bellatore
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Another thing is when they get shot and are lying there. When you walk up to them, they glare at you and say (after you search them for grenades and hidden pistols or suicide vests) "We will triumph, I will have your head infidel!" I always respond to it by saying back to them in Pastu: "Yes, but who of us is still alive bother? (using the word for Son of Allah)" Then they usually look confused and puzzled and then die. I like to give them something to think about because otherwise they scream and throw blood and gore everywhere which they know is unsettling. I also like to use Son of Allah because usually Afghans use it with other Islamic friends and the intimacy of it surprises them, I figure its the same God so we really are brothers in God.
Another thing is when they get shot and are lying there. When you walk up to them, they glare at you and say (after you search them for grenades and hidden pistols or suicide vests) "We will triumph, I will have your head infidel!" I always respond to it by saying back to them in Pastu: "Yes, but who of us is still alive bother? (using the word for Son of Allah)" Then they usually look confused and puzzled and then die. I like to give them something to think about because otherwise they scream and throw blood and gore everywhere which they know is unsettling. I also like to use Son of Allah because usually Afghans use it with other Islamic friends and the intimacy of it surprises them, I figure its the same God so we really are brothers in God.
OT medical stuff-
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I remember doing trauma rotations and it was just like that. Only cleaner and infinitely safer since we weren't in Afghanistan. But also our resuscitation rooms were not in the ER where the gangbangers could actually get at us. People get very combative right before the end, and you're kind of afraid to sedate them because it's only going to drop their blood pressure further. Too bad I didn't know any phrases like you had that would shock them enough to get them to settle down. My attending was a man who had learned his craft in Vietnam. One tough son of a b***ch. We had to keep him away from the gangbangers for their own safety. Now I can see why.
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