I made myself watch a TV show the other night called Afghanistan -- Bomb Patrol. It was really moving and enlightening in a profound way. The show is a documentary that follows some of the units on bomb patrol and their experiences. In the one I watched, one of the vehicles hit an IED. It took a while to check for other explosives around the vehicle before they were able to open the door and rescue the soldiers inside. I watched with my heart in my throat as they called to the men inside: "Are you all right?" They were not. The men were screaming from the pain of their injuries. They needed to be evacuated by helicopter to get back to the FOB but the helicopters couldn't come because of the snow that had begun to fall. Because the Taliban were still in the area, the men had to be quickly carried to the other vehicles and driven back to the FOB. When they arrived they were carefully taken to the medical "building" by their comrades who called them "buddy." That's the part where Matt comes in. He is the doctor in that "building" who is ready to perform whatever measures are possible to relieve their pain and/or stabilize them. The program was like a little window into what is happening where Matt is. The ultimate reality show . . .