Nine years after returning from deployment in Somalia, Cleo DeLoner was battling PTSD. She rarely slept, fearing the ghosts under her pillow, and pushed herself to the brink. On June 24, 2002, she decided the world would be better off without her and grabbed a .22 long rifle, headed for the “river.” After smoking a cigarette and eating a lollipop, she picked up the rifle, jammed the magazine in, locked and loaded a round, pointed it to her face and pulled the trigger…. The gun went off, but Cleo is still here today. How did she live? Why was she spared?