We are currently having a HUGE thunderstorm in North East Wisconsin. I'm at work and my co-worker Josh told me it was "dumping" rain out. I had to see what "dumping rain" looks like. So we proceeded to the side door of the station. I just begin to open the door when "KRACK-BOOOOOOM!"
All that registered was IED!
I slammed the door shut, turned to Josh and asked if he was hit. He looked at me like I had an arm growing out of my forehead.
Then it registered. It's only a thunderstorm. Not an IED. I'm in Wisconsin. Not in Baghdad.
He will not stop laughing. I can't either. And not because it was funny.
EDIT: I should mention that I've been home for almost 2 years now. I get a little jumpy, but it's kinda the way I am now. I was never in any huge/major combat operation. I was rocket-ed a couple times, mortared more than my fair share, hit in the face with half a cinder block (courtesy of some high school aged boys), and hadji DID try to nail me with an IED. But I'll post about that a little later, when I can get the video of it posted over at YouTube.com. I never traveled down Haifa Street, although I did drive across it a lot. So, I realize that I should say something to the doctor at the VA about it, but what right do I have to complain of a little jumpiness when there are men and women coming home with stumps where there were appendages a few months previous?