It’s been four years and 20 days since my son Kristoffer was killed and I still don’t know who you are. Your names were redacted out of a report (plus everything else I wanted to know) and I still want to personally thank you, especially the medics. I think of you often and about things I’ve only read about, but never experienced. Are you okay? Are you struggling with false guilt thinking you could have saved my son, someone else’s child? Can you sleep at night? Do bad dreams haunt you? Do you feel guilty because you lived? Even though I’ll never understand the ghosts that invade your thoughts, emotions and hearts, I’ll never forget your unwavering commitment and heroism.