With time, I learnt a lot from him, but more than anything else, I had learnt how to be a soldier’s wife. I learnt the value of trivial things, a morning coffee, a sleepy Sunday together, a silly fight for nothing, holding hands, the smile on his face, every morning waking up to find him near me… But of all these, what I valued the most was the ‘goodbye prayer’. Each time he left, I prayed, “Dear God, please bring him back to me again”.