Calling Out for my Life!

When I got hurt in Afghanistan and I thought I was gonna die. I got stuck in a vehicle. It was, I say a stupid accident. I get told I shouldn’t say that. I moved a vehicle and I dropped the keys and they had gone under the seat and I used the hydraulic lever to raise the seat to get the keys and I didn’t move out of the way fast enough and it pinned me to the hull of a Bison so I got stuck there and called for help and stuff and I gave up and relaxed and the seat raised some more making it harder to breath and then I realized I want to live so I carried on yelling for help and somebody finally heard me. And she got somebody that knew how to operate the vehicle and they got the seat lowered, but I hurt my shoulder and I ended up with PTSD. I got sent home early. I had two weeks of my tour left and they made me come home but I felt like I’d let the guys down because I was there to do a job and I wasn’t doing it, you know, I couldn’t function and that’s a bad side but it’s also almost a good side cause it got me back into reality.