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Sage usually dreamt of being in Afghanistan when he went to bed. The attack that had happened to him and his team played out behind his closed eyelids, always ending in the same way. He could never escape it, his past constantly taunting him in his sleep. It had been a traumatic experience that his mind would constantly go back to when he was unconscious and he, unfortunately, had no control over it. He didn’t know why he couldn’t move on past it after all the time that had passed by but he thought it could have something to do with the guilt he felt. He had tried sleeping pills in the hopes that they would just knock him out cold, but he could never escape the dream, even then. Sometimes he was lucky, and he wouldn’t dream at all. Those nights he loved because it was always so much ea
