That's me and my brother Pete, sitting on Saddam's chair.
Pete, he's dealt with post-traumatic stress disorder for a lot longer than I have.
He was deployed as a combat medic.
His squad was at a checkpoint
and a Vehicle Borne IED came up, hit the armored M113 they had,
threw it up in the air, and it landed on one of his friend's legs.
It was Pete's job to save him.
He lost three friends that night, and he's still not over it to this day.
—Ray Facund |