A year after returning from afghanistan I lost consciousness during a dive training exercise in san diego bay when my equipment malfunctioned. My teammates some of whom had the same equipment route function, but regained consciousness saved my life. It seemed to me there was a 50-50 chance I was gonna die But the truth was I didn't careI had no fight in me to stay alive because life meant nothing to me. The idea of suicide crossed my mind more than once What was the accident would you guys have bad soda sorb or something?