- Posted November 20, 2010 by
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Welcome home: A military tribute
Peshmerga injured in near fatal car accident
Dukan/ Erbil Pass. November 16, 2010.
In one of the many steep switchbacks in the craggy mountains between Dukan and Erbil, a speedily driving Peshmerga soldier ends up near death. On account of (possibly drunk) reckless driving he was fishtailing his tiny car back and forth between a particularly sharp turn and ended up being side-swiped by a beefy Land Cruiser. The SUV knocked him off the road, he was knocked unconscious and his car was smashed between a boulder and the SUV. He wasn’t wearing a seat belt and was covered in blood as he was knocked out cold against the windshield.
Onlookers quickly sprang into action. The car I was riding in smashed into the rear of the Land Cruiser and after assessing our own meager injuries, we staggered out of the car and spotted the unconscious Peshmerga in his downed car. Gasoline is flowing out of the SUV and the driver’s-side door is smashed to oblivion. A number of sharwaal (Kurdish baggy pants) clad locals and I try to pry him out his door to no avail and I when I notice the locked passenger side door. I wedge my fingers into the window and wrench at the frame with all my might until it gives enough to let a Kurdish man reach inside to unlock the door.
A man beside me extinguishes his lit cigarette and we pull the unconscious Peshmerga soldier out of the gasoline drenched vehicle. A few bulky men jump in and pry him out of his seat and into the open as I try to stabilize his neck. He flops around like a rag-doll but we manage to drag him to the side of the car and to the side of the street. A man wipes the blood from his face and we toss him in the first non-wrecked car with an open seat to drop him off at the first hospital.
My students and I gather our wits, realize we just have bruised knees, headaches and slightly bloody elbows and we continue toward the Northern Iraqi town of Bashiqa on the outskirts of Mosul. After a few more steep switchbacks we see a Red Crescent van speeding past and the solemn students beside me and I smile, knowing that the man is well on his way to wellness, inshallah.