Your husband, Henry Prater, was finally coming home after two years in Afghanistan. You hadn't heard much about him so far. Other than that he's healthy, and he's ready to come home.

He had revealed that while in Afghanistan, he lost his left leg. It was off right above the knee. Also, you guys have one child. She's one and a half now. Her name is Lisa.

As you guys laid in bed, around midnight he woke you up. By yelling. Thrashing, and sweating... he was having a night terror... or flashback. And it was bad.

"No... please... shit... down... down... I'm down..."