21 July 10
Whew! That was a long 9 days! We worked 12 hrs a day, rain or shine, and HOT HOT HOT!!! The company we worked for supplied plenty water, and "lunches" I put that in quotes because thier idea of lunches was canned spaghetti - O's , vienna sausages, canned chicken ( stuff), tuna in a bag, or PBJ with crackers. Then they would throw in extras like applesause, turkey jerky sticks, peaches, shelled sunflower seeds, or peanuts, trail mix bars....etc. It wasnt "real food" but was susstainable type foods. Protiene, salt, and sugar.
We would walk at least a half mile every morning to get to our scene....then waite on the military to get set up. Decontamination tents, triage tents, medical treatment tents, and ambulances. Some of us would be sent to the "hospital" by ambulance or truck...treated for our wounds, then sent back to go through again. As the military was busy working on getting set up, our team leader and CO would send us out in groups, to "haggle" them. Begging for water, food, medical treatment....asking what happened, who was in charge, where are our loved ones. The militart was instructed to NOT make eye contact with us..and usually there was a few of them to contain the perimiter. We were instructed to cough, gag, cry, beg, plead..and try to touch them. If we were able to touch thier camel packs....they became "contaminated" and the soldier would have to remove it, and go without. If we were able to touch thier clothing, same thing...if we touched skin, they were contaminated, and had to come to OUR side. LOL The people I worked with were great actors. One scene a man and woman were "mother and son" the mother was dying..he begged for help for her..crying...( so real) then...she convulsed, and "died" He wailed something terrible, and carried her to the line, screaming that they " let her die" then fell to the ground with her in his arms, bawling. He actually had our team leader and a few others in the group crying for real! They was a great team. Several of the military broke down, and had to leave the area. It was great mental training for them, altho I must say, I felt bad for a few of the younger soldiers that ran away crying. I wanted to go hug them and tell them it would be OK that it was role playing..and to remember that! Of course we couldn't interact with them on a personal level.
Here is a picture of one of the BEST "injuries" I saw. This gal was a real trooper...and wore her "badge" well.
We will get to do this again hopefully, in November, March, and May. Such fun...hard working in the heat...but Saturday we get our paychecks. THAT will make it worth it, plus knowing we are helping our military in thier response time, and in handling a "mob" of contaminated and injured people.
Now that we are done I can focus on the farm again. The garden needs MUCH attention. I need to muck out the barn, clean the coops ( 10 of them) and scrub feeders and waterers. Peaches will be ready soon, so I need to get started on canning. Back to the "real world"
