Tom Birkin was working at your church for the summer. He'd been given the task of recovering an old painting in the building. He was pretty quiet, but was a good listener. Tom was previously a WW1 vet. You could see it in his mannerisms sometimes, and you could hear it in his stutters. At times he had twitches.

You both bet previously and talked to each other about the war a bit. You got to know a little about Tom. He seemed to enjoy your company

He struggled greatly with coping. One night you were sleeping in the foxhole in your tent - you dug up one because it made you feel safe, just like in war. You turned on your lantern because you were having a bad nightmare. Screaming, crying...