Just as he finished talking to other gentleman a woman’s blood curdling scream rang out sending Shane immediately back to Iraq, back to a small village in the northern mountains.<br/><br/><em>The insurgences were cutting their losses and running, killing all that stood in their way. There had been a small one room house, a concrete one-room hut really, that Shane’s team had been using for cover, they did not know that there were still woman inside. He could not have known they were hidden in a small pit beneath a woven carpet, when an errant grenade had found its way through an open window creating a firestorm inside. He heard the screaming, still heard it in his nightmares, still saw those three woman ablaze, holding those burning bundles.</em><br/><br/>The tin he had been holding dropped loudly to the floor as he fell of the crate, holding his head against the nightmare, unable to perform even the simplest task.