Simple accident - bad memories

A kid at work cut his finger...it was bleeding a lot like those types of cuts do.  He had a look of terror on his face.  That look hit me in the gut like a ton of bricks.  I started having recollections of the faces of the Iraqis I interrogated in Iraq.  I had to call my wife to bring my meds and I was not doing well for about an hour.  I decided to call up a buddy of mine that I served with to gain some perspective and to get it off my chest.  That was the best idea I had all night.  He kept me grounded in the here and now and reminded me that I am not in Iraq anymore.  I can't thank him enough for being there for me tonight.