21/09/2024
Today, we remember Jose Arcel Donato, a colleague at the Departmebnt of Foreign Affairs who served with us at the Embassy of the Philippines in Tripoli during both conflict and pandemic. Three years ago today, Arcel gave up his life in the line of duty.
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Jose Arcel Donato was waiting for me on the tarmac of Mitiga International Airport on the morning of 30 March 2019. I had just arrived to assume as the new Chargè d’Affaires and Head of Mission of the Philippine Embassy in Tripoli. As the Protocol Officer of the Embassy, it was Arcel who was tasked to welcome me.
I really did not know Arcel although I have seen him in a number of occasions at the Department of Foreign Affairs (DFA) in Manila where he had served at the Travel Section of the Office of Personnel and Administrative Services (OPAS) and at the Intelligence and Security Unit (ISU).
It was in Libya where I got to work closely with Arcel in the two years that we served together in what is considered to be one of the more challenging posts in the Philippine Foreign Service. When the third Libyan civil war erupted five days after I assumed, Arcel was among those who went to work as soon as our contingency plan was activated.
Like the rest of us, Arcel made sure the Embassy would be able to look after the close to a thousand members of the Filipino Community in Tripoli and surrounding areas. The good soldier that he was, Arcel chose to stay in the frontline and took the same risks we all took even if could have easily opted to go on home leave in the Philippines when it was his turn to.
During the height of the conflict, Arcel volunteered to es**rt kababayan who wanted to be evacuated as a result of the fighting. He led them across the dangerous land route to Tunis where they boarded their flights home. Arcel was with us when we had a close call with militia who gave chase after we mistakenly drove past their checkpoint on our way back to Tripoli.
Arcel was a team player who could be relied upon to help get the job done. He was someone who would not say no. He immediately said yes when we asked him to concurrently serve as Property Officer and Security Officer when these positions became vacant. He also did not refuse when he was asked to be Santa Claus for the Christmas event we hosted for Filipino children in December 2019. He also agreed to look after our attack dogs Stephanie and Chinchin when I went on home leave.
Arcel was a big man with a big heart. He was generous and ready to extend a helping hand. He always lent his ear to colleagues who needed to vent and could be trusted upon to keep their secrets. Many in the Filipino Community in Tripoli, Tunis, and Casablanca remember him for being nice and accommodating. They said he would go out of his way to assist kababayan availing themselves of our consular services.
Arcel loves to eat the same way we all do. At the Embassy, we make it a point to eat together and grilled meat was something we always looked forward to. Arcel loves anything ube and we always made sure we saved some for him. He also loved chocolates. He also cooked and his chicken barbecue rivaled that of Aristocrat’s. He also loved to sing and when he did, he sounded like Filipino singer Ariel Rivera.
When the coronavirus disease erupted in Libya last year, it was Arcel who we were most worried about. He had grown big and was not really fit. He also had other medical conditions. He would easily get tired and had difficulty breathing. All of us were able to keep ourselves safe from the virus but shortly before I was reassigned to New York in March, Arcel caught it but was able to recover a couple of weeks later.
Two weeks ago, I was told Arcel was taken to a private hospital and later to an isolation facility after he again tested positive for the coronavirus. Filipino nurses at the coronavirus center in Mitiga took good care of him and constantly gave us updates of Arcel’s condition. We were all worried because Arcel became critical at one point that colleagues led by Charge d’Affaires Jed Dayang, who took over from me as Head of Post, had to ask for prayers. They also moved heaven and earth to get him evacuated from Libya.
Arcel bounced back a few days ago and was on his way to recovery. We got the chance to chat and even joke about his condition. Later, he requested the nurses to get him some adobo. The next thing I knew he was being intubated. Last night before going to bed, I included Arcel in my prayers. I prayed for his recovery. This morning, when I woke up, Arcel was no more. He was only 48 years old and left behind a wife and two children.
I am in grief. Like the men and women of Tripoli who I had served with, I lost not only a friend and colleague. I lost a brother.
New York, 21 September 2021