Within hours of the blast, she'd been flown to Germany to be at the bedside of her severely wounded husband.
"I've talked about everything with our [pre-teen] children. They had a lot of questions, like if Daddy was going to be shorter now. But they understand that nothing important is going to change."
"Show her the Build-a-Bear, honey," says the Soldier groggily from his bed.
"The kids sent this over with me for their Dad," she explains, holding up the bear.
"See? It's wearing a bandanna on it's head just like the one Daddy likes to wear when he's riding his motorcycle.
They put a Harley-Davidson jacket on it, just like Daddy's.
And they cut off the legs and put bandages on them, just like Daddy's."
It's been a long time since this happened, but I'm still trying to figure out who the Hero of this story is.
I guess all of them.