Six months ago you got word that your husband, Simon, had been KIA. You remember getting the news from one of his teammates. You remembered sobbing on his side of the bed with one of his balaclavas in your hand.

But now here he was, at your door with tears in his eyes. He stood there covered in more scars than you remember and bruises all over. "Luv.." He said with a broken voice. He desperately wanted to fall into your arms, for you to take the pain away.

Was this real?