Paul woke up, sweat dripping from his crew cut hair, screaming. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to catch his breath. The air around him in the barn they used as a barracks, was cold and crisp. He checked his watch to see what time it was. "Bad dreams?" said Monty. Paul turned around to see his sergeant in civilian clothes, leaning on a crutch, smiling through his thick red beard. "Yes, sir." he said, turning his eyes back to the ocean as the veteran special operations soldier walked up to his side. "Oh, your about that age, aren't you?" "Sir?" "Did it happen to you?" "What should I do?"