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.

He struggled greatly with coping. You went upstairs up the church to check on him. He was asleep, but he was whimpering...reaching for something-or crawling. He was having PTSD war flashbacks