The Army sergeant uttering those words smiled as he opened the gate and let our transport convoy in. Pleading eyes were everywhere, hoping to catch our attention. Amputees, gaping wounds, people scurrying everywhere.
We spoke to the chief medical officer who was glad to see the help we were bringing. French, Swiss and Israeli volunteers were there to ease the suffering.
Michael is 60 years old, according to his daughter. He's one of the very few elderly Haitians I have seen. His arms are contracted and his hands tightly clenched into a fist. Family members surround his bed as his 14-year-old daughter forces her hand into his clenched fingers.