My spouse led over 100 combat mission on one deployment. His platoon was responsible for route clearance, meaning they cruised the Afghan roads hunting improvised explosive devices (IEDs) with (sometimes) functioning equipment. He detonated explosive devices day in and day out; the things others avoided (IEDs) he went looking for.
When he was out on a mission, I was in a constant state of panic. I’d spend my lunch hour throwing up in the ladies’ restroom. I’d start crying hysterically when attending a civilian social event. I hated days he was “running the roads”.