My first tour in the Middle East, we were hit with mortars in Southern Iraq, and our little casualty receiving tent was suddenly overwhelmed with bodies, body parts, and screaming wounded. I worked furiously for 48+ hours without a break, triaging patients, cramming IO lines in, traching people, running code after code, etc. In the midst of the chaos, I realized I was at home – that this is what I was born to do. I’ve never looked back. Put a rifle in one hand, and a trauma bag in the other, and I’m a happy camper!