I got these 5 minutes ago from my brother. Here is what he said about the day.
It was a long hot day but very good. We brought some medical supplies to a place about 90 miles away that was completely out of medicine. The doctor was extremely grateful, and was hoping that we could bring him more. We landed in the wrong village because we did not know exactly where we were going, but they pointed us in the right direction and we eventually got there. We land in soccer fields and are instantly mobbed by the entire village. Martin jumps out and keeps everyone away from the helicopter while I shut down, pretty nerve wracking. That one trip took the entire day because everything is such a thrash, but at least we got it done.
At least I didn’t have to drive around the city all day. You asked about the smell-its terrible. Where ever there are big piles of rubble the smell of death is just thick in the air. And there are clouds of flies. Pretty bad stuff. Today in one of the villages a girl came up to me with a severed finger and gangrene on the rest of her hand. I couldn’t do anything, but I gave her money to get a cab to the hospital we had just resupplied. That was a good feeling to help out on a personal level but the frustrating thing is I don’t think she will go because she said she didn’t want to. What can you do but try? The nurse I had flown out said she could die from the infection. I will try to get a few pictures to you. Love ya’ Z
There is a need for gasoline. And the logistical hurdles are horribly frustrating. This is all I know for now.