Exclusive Audio Edition: Andrew is hiding inside his jacket. He’s hunched over, clutching his gut, clearly in distress. He keeps his head down, his face obscured by a ball cap with an overly large bill. An early arrival, he’s snagged the chair in the corner across from the door, the safest chair in the room. It’s a small room, and at the moment it’s hot with anger. Nine men—soldiers, sailors, airmen, veterans—have come to this meeting in Halifax to talk about living with PTSD—post-traumatic stress disorder. They’ve all got it, and they mean to talk about it, but can’t muster the right emotions at this moment. A few of the angriest have hijacked the conversation and can’t be moved from their litany of grievances against The System, whichever one they’re fighting or have fought. ...