I let out a scream and curl into a ball rocking myself on the bed. It isn’t the smell of burning bacon anymore. It’s the smell of burning skin and smoke. I am back on the ground with the wind knocked out of me and I am screaming the names of all the men that I lost that day. I then look into my father’s frantic eyes. He’s shaking me, trying to bring me back. “Shit, Blake!!!” He wraps me up in his arms and rocks with me. I break down and start to cry. This is not what I wanted, especially not in front of my father. “Son, you’re okay. You aren’t there anymore. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to remind you of that. I was just trying to cook some breakfast.” I look into his eyes and try to muster up a smile but I can’t bring myself to do it. “Thanks Dad. It’s not your fault. Even the slightest thing brings me back. That plane ride was hell.” He just nods his head, and then starts to stand. “Call your Uncle Trey, he went through the same thing. That’s why we fought so hard to keep you out of it. I didn’t want to watch my own son go through what my brother did,”
