‘Say your final prayer,” the driver of the medical van whispered as we entered Aleppo, Syria, in late June. The stench of death filled the thick air as we raced over a bumpy road to get to the underground hospital, called M10, before darkness. It was my fifth mission to this ancient city, accompanied by two other Chicago doctors. We knew hospitals had been targeted by the Syrian regime and Russian jets, and we hoped to show solidarity with the brave doctors and nurses.
