Author Cecilia A. Garcia

After my battle buddy was flown out of Iraq to Germany, I was in shock. The first night back, I sat in my camping chair and just stared straight ahead as fellow soldiers and my roommate tried to talk to me. I couldn’t tell you one word they said, or if I said anything back to them. All I could think about was my battle buddy, lying in my lap, repeating over and over again that he would never see his unborn son.

Since my last five years of blogs mysteriously disappeared, we are going all the way back to 2021 and reposting every single one again. In this post, I share what it was like right after I was injured by an improvised explosive device.