Ben
“They're after me, I tell you. The enemy. Can you hear them coming?” said Johnson, fearing the worst because of his PTSD.
We sat in the hut together, and I felt my heart going out to him. I'd never suffered from PTSD, but I'd seen a few who had. It came on suddenly, and a big, capable man could turn into a mouse who seemed like he was having a crazy episode about nothing. But, to the sufferer, it was very real. Johnson was the one who'd been in the bushes when the women had screamed. It was a trigger for him. Now he was sitting in a sweaty mess about the other day, talking non-stop, and fraught with anxiety.
I'd let Paul take the rest of the recruits with him, so I could focus everything I had on Johnson. I was sure I wasn't supposed to touch him because that might set him off even
