http://www.iupui.edu/~j21099/forms/newspapers/belowheadline.html If you look at the picture the humvee to the left of the tower is mine. This was the morning after. I found this picture the other day. No one is listening. I was there picking up bits of my friends that were covered in sand for no good reason. And I wasn't one of them because I was playing on a sand dune. I see them in my sleep. I think about it when I don't want to. I can't relax. I can't make my life work. I wish I would have died with them. I was there for a week guarding that scene. I have this voice in my head telling me I should die. When I came back, my parents didn't say hello and weren't happy to see me, they just said that I did what I signed up to do. I don't talk to them anymore. I have no job. I just can't seem to make anything work in my life. It's like it just isn't meant to be.