I worked with a woman who lived on base while her husband was in Vietnam. Whenever the wives would see the “black car” coming down the street, they knew it was bad news for someone. Then one day, she just knew. The car pulled into her driveway and she went in the house and tried to wish them away. Turns out her husband was a POW. Luckily, he made it out alive, but very damaged. He was way off the beam and they eventually divorced. What a horrible job it must be.