(5/6) “I didn’t really have time to reflect immediately after the ambush. I just ate dinner and tried to go to sleep because we had another patrol the next day. But I’ve had nightmares ever since. I lie in bed and replay the situation over and over. I wasn’t the leader that I should have been. I failed under pressure and somebody got hurt. I have no confidence left. I can’t take a leadership position of any kind. I tried to stay in the army after I came home from Afghanistan. But one night we were doing a training exercise. Our objective was a forward passage of lines— meaning that two platoons were supposed to pass through each other in the dark. But everything was going wrong. Our platoon leader got lost and I had to take over. Soldiers were all over the place and the mission was failing. I was messing up. It was happening to me all over again and the pressure was too much. So I just ran into a bush and took out my knife and started slashing my wrists as hard and as fast as I could.”
John Watson woke up wearing a straight jacket in a white room with padded walls. "What the hell is this?" he asked though no one was there to reply. "You are in the Baker Street Asylum, Mr. Watson, the same place you have been since you returned home from Afghanistan and given your present condition it is likely that you will remain here until you die," the voice of Mycroft Holmes told him over the P.A. system. "Mycroft?" John questioned angrily. "My name isn't Mycroft, it's Dr. Jim Moriarty"