I know I said I wasn't going to be posting much, but today is a special day in aid worker land. It's World Humanitarian Day. Today marks 10 years since the attack on the UN offices in Baghdad which killed 22 people. Since then, August 19 has been a day to commemorate those colleagues we've lost in the course of their work, and recognise the work of aid workers around the world.
It seems crazy when you think about. No one should be worried about being killed at their workplace, unless they're an Alaskan deep sea fisherman, or Evil Kinevil or something. And yet every year, humanitarian workers are killed in their workplaces. For those who aren't in the sector you may think that it's people like me, foreigners, who are targeted but that isn't the case. The majority of aid workers who are killed in the field are national staff members, people who are working in their own communities.
I remain entirely lucky that none of my friends or colleagues have lost their lives. I know people who have been attacked and kidnapped but thankfully they all escaped with their limbs and lives. Today I not only think of those who have been killed, but of the thousands of aid workers who are out there right now, in Syria, in Afghanistan, in Somalia, in CAR, and all over the world who are doing amazing things.
If you happen to see a humanitarian today, give them a hug for all of the good work they do.