Many readers know that I teach English at Las Positas College, and from time to time I share stories of my students. Today's column is one of those stories, told through edited excerpts from a powerful and disturbing essay written by a 24-year-old veteran who returned from Iraq in April 2010.

While some veterans are hesitant to write about their experiences, this young man, two years after coming home, was willing to write his story and allow me to share it in this newspaper. He asked me not to use his name:

"Operation Dog Wood began like any other," he writes. "We patrolled the villages like we always did. On the second morning things changed. We came across a large well half-filled with water. In the water were three bodies floating and bloated as if they had been there for a while. I was ordered to jump in and retrieve the bodies.

"As I got near the first body, I saw that it was a little girl around the age of 8. She had long flowing brown hair that waved at me with every step I took ... The other two bodies looked to be her parents; all three were shot in the back of the head, execution style.

"The next afternoon was a long ride to the base. All I could think about was the little girl and her parents, how their skin melted in my hands as I fished them out of the pungent, rancid water.

"The next thing I knew I was blinded by an intense light, instantly followed by a deafening blast. My nose was filled with dust and

"Before the dust could settle, we came under heavy attack. I spotted my gunner 15 feet away either dead or unconscious. As I left my truck and ran to drag him to cover, I was hit by bullets in the vest three times, bruising a rib and cracking three more. Once I got my gunner to safety, I returned fire, engaging every target in front of me. It seemed like the fighting lasted for hours, but it only lasted for a few minutes."

The veteran then writes that "I have been told I have developed post-traumatic stress disorder." He is often jumpy, fears crowds and sudden noises, and finds it difficult to trust others.

Fortunately, this young man, who is married and has a 3-year-old son, attends a college that cares about him. He concludes his essay by writing, "This event and others like it have altered my life and have made me into the man I am today. For better or worse, I am changed."

Email me with a message to this veteran and to others like him who attend Las Positas College, and I will send along your thoughts to them.

Contact Jim Ott at jimott@sbcglobal.net.