Laying in the recovery room after emergency surgery at Walter Reed Hospital, Ziegenfuss woke up and noticed an unfamiliar woman sitting by his side. “I’m Kathleen,” she said. “I’m a Soldiers’ Angel. Would you like some soup?” She had waited until he came out of surgery and stayed until he woke up—just so there would be someone there when he woke up. That’s what Soldiers’ Angels do. They wait. They care.