They Call Me Dr. P.: Reflections on My Life and Times as a Combat Doctor and Flight Surgeon in the U.S. Military

As I approached the first building in my direction, something caught my eye to my right, to the north, where there was a small dirt yard of sorts. I spied the burnt-out and mangled hull of a Cougar 4 x 4 MRAP tactical vehicle that appeared to have been the victim of an IED blast. As I took in the sight of its hull, I knew that I wasn't "in Kansas anymore."Before the sound of gunfire registered in my brain a nanosecond later, I first noticed little wisps of sand dancing in the dirt around ou...