There is a loaded semiautomatic pistol on Kyle Dubay’s night stand in his tiny one-bedroom apartment just outside Phoenix, and a rifle under the bed. But it’s not the guns that help him sleep – it’s the prescription pills. Mr. Dubay, 28, was an infantry medic for three tours in Iraq. The nightmares started on his second tour. “You saw everybody having them,” he said. “People would wake up in the middle of the night screaming, swinging their fists.” He received a diagnosis of post-traumatic stress disorder between his second and third tours. “I had a lot of anger,” he said, “a lot of things I just didn’t understand.” Back home after his final deployment, the binge drinking and bar...
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