We have grown up desensitised to the horrors around us. The news reel shows us billowing smoke and crumbled buildings, airstrikes and screaming civilians. We watch unfazed. This is life for us. But all this hate around us has given us moments of lucidity where we have an unexplainable urge to drop everything and save the world before we sundown once again.
Dr David Nott is a consultant vascular and trauma surgeon (who is Welsh, might I add) who spends some of time in war-torn countries and his extraordinary account allows us hours of lucidity, and the hope that we can make a difference.
I didn’t understand what people meant when said that something was ‘raw’ until I read this book.
It tells us of the horrors that the medical professionals faced regularly in areas of conflict such as Gaza, Aleppo, and Kabul, to name a few – the aftermath of snipers and barrel bombs on civilians, the amputations and blast injuries, and the attacks on hospitals. His detailed cases are enough to both satisfy any medical drama addict who loves all the gory surgical bits, and repulse them of how cruel individuals can be. But it also shows us another side, the moments of fragility of these superheroes. Moments where Dr Nott admitted complete fear in a situation, and his belief that his life was about to end.
I highly recommend this extraordinary account of humanitarian aid to all individuals who are in need of a lucid moment– those who have a need to do something more, but are not decidedly so of the how and when and where.
Its a bit short but its my first book review so I’m sorry.
Until next time.