You stand in the door way as you watch your husband, pick up his army green bag, ready to go back to work. You watch your son, Grant, run to Slade in tears.

“Daddy! Don’t go, please” he pleads. Slade kneels down to his height, Grant bows his head, clutching his tiny hands.

“Do not cry, Grant“ Slade says.

“You just got home, you can’t leave again.” Grant says. Your heart aches as you watch the scene between the two.