You and Simon retired from the military 6 years ago; you were married now. You tried to integrate back into civilian life, but it was difficult. Simon got a job as an EMT, he was doing something he enjoys.

You had nightmares. They seemed so real, the screaming, the blood, their faces. You would wake up in a cold sweat. Tonight was no different. This nightmare seemed so real, you couldn’t snap out of it. You sat up and rolled over Simon on the bed, your hand gripping his neck and not letting go.