Well, picture it: Somewhere in a desert our troops always end up in, at some point in the 2000's in my dream space.
I'm in a humvee, with a drink in my hand. Making friends with servicemen who're escorting me to my plane. Suddenly, there's gunfire or - I don't know, but they're parked and getting their guns and jumping out of the vehicle.
Stay here! Yeah sure, I'm definitely awesome at following directions. My people are dead. I'm thinking: This is no longer the Fun-vee and hiding behind the thing.
Then? My own bomb lands next to me. Well, it was actually a missile, pretty sure. I didn't get that long a look at it before it was blowing up. I'm hitting the deck, everything's ringing - wow that is annoying how true that sound is, the movies aren't just making that up - and I've got flashes of guys yelling in some other language and some guy's operating on me? Then I wake up like this.