Days run into each other and hours seem to not matter. The work is serious and daunting. I returned to Antakya ( modern day Antioch) today to go into the most heavily hit area in the middle of the city. This area is horrific. The devastation and lose of life incredible. There is a soup kitchen set up to help survivors with much needed meals. We were able to bring in supplies for the kitchen. I witnessed what I believed at the time, a survivor being pulled from the rubble. Twelve days, 288 hours after the quake. This was confirmed this morning on the news. It’s crazy that there are still finding life in this graveyard of rubble. We made our way back to the Ilk Umut field hospital and dropped off the rest med pacs. Once again they were very happy to receive them. We headed back to Adana to catch our breath.
