„There are things that should never ever happen.“ That was my thought, when I heard the terrible news about the use of chemical weapons in Syria a few weeks ago. As usual, my mind took me back to a certain memory of an unforgettable day in Baghdad.
When it became clear that war was coming, we had several information sessions at school on war preparation measures. Usually, those sessions were held in class with a teacher or on Thursdays at the weekly flag ceremony. But a few days before the 17th of January 1991, we had a big gathering in the school theater and a military officer held a presentation about safety measures in relation to the possible weapons that will be used in the war.
At the beginning, he asked us to listen carefully and to spread the information he was about to tell us, among our families and relatives. Then he went on with a speech about the recent situation and why the occupation of Kuwait was the only right decision the Iraqi government could make. He said things like: „bringing back what once belonged to us“, “ bringing the branch back to the tree“, „The Kuwaiti people are happy to be united with Iraq“ and so on, but really neither he nor anyone in the hall seemed to be convinced of what he was saying.
Even we, the teenage school girls, who grew up with the propaganda of the Baath party since our first school day in 1980, were aware that what happened was a terrible mistake and what would follow would be even worse.
Anyway, he finished the mandatory opening speech and started talking about the preparations we should make in the coming days; starting from buying canned food and medicine, storing water and fuel and ending up with setting a safety room in the house in case of the use of chemical weapons in the upcoming war.
This was the longest and most scary part of his presentation. There was a strange silence in the hall, that was full of some hundred girls under 18, who all looked at him with wide eyes as he said: „Every house should arrange a room for that case. The windows and all air circulation gaps should be sealed with big plastic sheets and tape. The room should contain bottled water, medicine, a radio that runs on batteries and canned food.“ He went on explaining that there are two kinds of common chemical weapons: skin burning gases like mustard gas or Nervous-system-destroying gases. In case of an attack with chemical weapons, the siren will repeat the starting signal three times, all people should immediately gather in their safety rooms, seal the door and open the radio to get further instructions. It is advisable to look out of a window to observe the effect of the gas on animals, „At first the birds will die. They will fall from the sky. From the dead birds‘ bodies, you can determine which gas was used; either they would have burns on their bodies or there would be fluids coming out of their body orifices.“ He continued talking about the effects and the ways to stay safe as long as possible.
But his methods didn’t convince me. If this was really going to happen, we would end up dying in one of the most horrible ways to die.
At this point, I remembered what a classmate said to me that morning: „Yesterday my father got a gas mask in the office. The authorities handed out one for each employee.“ She added: „He came home, placed the mask on the table and said ironically: „I got one mask for all six of us. Cheer up! We will survive the war.“
Then he turned to my mother and said: „I know exactly how I will use it. I have enough bullets in my gun to save us from suffering. In case of a chemical attack, I’ll put on the mask and shoot us all.““ Finally she said in a sad voice: „My mother looked really shocked and told him not to talk like that in front of us. Then they went into the kitchen and closed the door. I have never seen my father as depressed as I saw him yesterday.“
Listening to the presentation, I understood what her father meant by saving the family from suffering. I thought of my family. We had neither a mask nor a gun at home. My stomach started aching.
When I came home from school, I found my mother and sister arranging my mother’s sleeping room as a shelter. My sister had a similar information session at the university. I put down my schoolbag and joined them. We covered the windows with plastic sheets, and we talked about what we will do in the room if we are forced to stay in it for a long time.
Somehow, we started joking and having fun taping the windows. We didn’t store food and water in the room, there was still time to do so, but we prepared games like Uno and Ludo, knitting stuff and books. We managed to prepare for a disaster with a happy mood. The stomachache went away and I felt strong, safe and sheltered with my family.
A lot of things happened in Baghdad since January 1991 but the birds kept flying and the safety rooms were never used.
Years later, a lot of houses still had marks of brown tape around some windows to remind us of a war that should never been given a reason to happen.