The air is very dry during late afternoon in the SWAT training field. Five men are in a small area just beyond the makeshift exercise house. As the sun begins to make its descent behind the hills they relax and prepare their minds. All save one.
A man is knelt behind the others as they listen to the gunshots and shouts coming from the house. This man is concentrating intently on his bootlaces. He ties the bunny ears and pulls them tightly only to undo the knot and start over. First one boot and then the other, he just cannot seem to get the laces exactly how he wants them.
A teammate turns around and sees the struggle, he asks, Eric, are you messing with your laces again?
Eric does not look up, but shrugs.
The teammate says, I think youve got OCD, man.
Maybe I do, but that means I cant really help it, can I?
The teammate shrugs and turns back around. Eric kneels on his other leg and looks carefully at this boots knot. He clicks his