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I gasped and jerked awake. Cold sweat covered every inch of my body; my heart and head pounded from the adrenaline rush. At least this time tears weren’t streaming down my cheeks or a blood curdling scream escaping from my lips. The doctors would say that this was progress. I would say that they don’t have a clue.
It’s been two years since I watched my platoon mates and their hummer be blown to bits. It had been hit by an IED. The hummer was instantly set ablaze. Patrick was the only one to emerge semi intact. He was fully engulfed in flames and missing an arm. He must have been the one who let out that unearthly scream as he collapsed into a heap on the ground. The others were strewn about in pieces. There was nothing I could have done to save any of them.