My dreams would go back, and I would relive what I did wrong.

I think it was February 17th in 2005.

While I was on a convoy, we were struck with

an IED in the road that ended up wounding two individuals

very badly, and another member was killed.

And during that whole incident, I was in the middle of the fray

administering first aid, helping to evacuate, securing the area.

And for a long time, and to this day, there are still --

I don't call them nightmares, but they're dreams

about that incident in particular.

I would re-live what I did wrong.

And that would start this spiral of not being able to sleep,

the cold sweats, you know, waking up in the middle of the night

going, "Why didn't I do something different?"