UAE: Injured man airlifted from oil tanker at sea
The National Search and Rescue Center of the National Guard successfully carried out a medical evacuation of a crew member aboard a Marshall Islands-flagged oil tanker while it was located in the territorial waters of the United Arab Emirates.
The air evacuation was conducted for the injured individual, a man in his fifties, who was found to be suffering from a serious injury requiring urgent medical intervention. He was airlifted and transported on an emergency basis to a hospital in the UAE to receive the necessary medical care.
The National Guard Command called on the public to contact the Search and Rescue emergency hotline (995) to report any emergencies requiring assistance or intervention.
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