During the Afghan war I was a Red Cross volunteer at Walter Reed. I was on ward 52, the amputation ward.
Most generals would come into the ward with their entourage and with this “Look at me, Look at me” attitude.
Not Petraeus. He’d come in all by himself, and his overwhelming conserve was “How are my soldiers doing?”
I know he’s done tons of stuff I disagree with, but I’ll always respect him for the concern he had for his men.