Ooh, heck of an entry to the challenge. I like the blending of memory and present into the total ficly here. Great job.

creepy, I thought he was Hulk for a moment. i’m wondering what they mean by lucid, and what the restraints were, a dream or real. Say they were brainwashed to line up and take the shot, but there were no real restraints, then becoming lucid would allow the character to move freely. Too bad for the burns, but I guess they had to control him somehow..

I’m afraid this is one of those ficlies you have to get straight away. Perhaps I didn’t make it explicit enough, but I like to leave something to the readers imaginatin rather than spell it out explicitly.

The story was about a man who suffers recurring nightmares over the death of his squad. As he becomes lucid, he attempts to change the events in his mind to save them, but inevitably the outcome of the dream was the same as the memory. The point of it was that sometimes, the greatest nightmare can be our own memories.

Maybe you were scrabbling for characters, but I think this would read with more intensity with the BANGs each on their own line.

Good psychological moment here, demonstrating the mental scars of battle.