I was driving in the median, driving on the shoulders.

I came back, returned from Iraq in June of, late June of 2005.

And it's always, we always come home to my mom's

birthday party for Fourth of July because it's the 5th of July.

And so I loaded up the family and some of the kids' friends,

and we were driving back, and we were on the interstate

heading here, back to Charleston, and there was a traffic jam.

And I was in a great big Suburban,

the same thing I used to drive in Iraq.

And all of a sudden, I hear screaming in the back of the car,

and my then-wife was yelling,

"What are you doing?! What are you doing?!"

And at that point I kind of came out of a stupor, if you will,

and realized that I wasn't content to sit in the traffic jam.

That's what we were subjected to in Iraq, and any time

in a traffic jam, you could be hit with a IED or a VBIED,

so I was driving in the median, driving on the shoulders,

and up behind people and getting ready to push them

out of the way on a major interstate in South Carolina.

So, then I realized that "Hmm, there might be something

to this flashbacks and issues you have when you return

from the war environment."