Entitled Dear Captain, the veteran Randy explains how lost he felt before his four-legged friend, Captain, came along.
He was serving in Iraq in 2005 as a combat medic when his unit was attacked.
‘Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw that day,’ he says.
‘And nothing prepared me for life back home.’
Once home, Randy became a sufferer of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). He didn’t even know he was suffering from it, let alone know what it was.
He didn’t understand the feelings he was having and he didn’t know how to cope.
Describing himself as a prisoner in his own home, he told of how he was unable to sleep without living on 14 different medications per day.
Every sleep was interrupted by a nightmare.