Not with me.
Then once we got to the base.... Well, after I heard my name over the radio as deceased and asked everyone to make sure I was still alive.... They dropped the ramp in the base and we all kind of stumbled out. Then it was my turn to have first aid done on me. I was still actually smouldering at the time. My breathing was affected, so they had to put tubes down my nose. They threw me on an American helicopter and flew me to Role 3, where they continued to do first aid. They got me stable. My burns were pretty bad. The padre came in and told me all my friends were dead. That's when I got to talk to my dad.
From there, I was supposed to be flown to Germany, but at the last minute someone thought it would be a better idea...instead of going to get medical treatment, it might be better to go to the funerals, so they flew me directly back to Canada. I was too messed up to go to those funerals, I'll tell you that, mostly because I still had shrapnel all through my body and was burned. So I could make it to two of the three funerals.