John, and many other soldiers, were stuck in a bunker. He looked around, seeing the young, fresh faces. These poor lads hadn’t even training before being shoved into a battle. There were only few who had experience.

They could hear the bombs going off outside, the onslaught of loud bangs, caused a flinch each time. They had yet to stop. John watched one of the boy’s get up, and headed towards the door. “I just need to go out, I’ll be quick.”

John gets up, standing in front of him. “Just take a seat lad, it’ll stop soon.” He said, hand on the boy’s chest.

He could see the boy’s eyes turn to one of an animal. He recognized this immediately, as the soldier tried to push past him. He grabbed him, holding him back. “Just let me out!” The kid couldn’t breathe.

John immediately identified it as claustrophobia. He’d seen it before. These bunkers weren’t big, and with all these soldiers, it was definitely tight. “Calm down.” He said firmly.

“Let go!” The boy yelled.

“Sit down.” John returned.