I once visited my sister when she was deployed in Iraq. She was at Camp Falcon just south of Baghdad (Google it, there's a pretty impressive video of the aftermath of a mortar hit on the base's ammo dump).
I left my body and arched up over the Earth just like you see on the screen with Google Earth. I came down directly over the base and through the roof of the building where she was barracked.
She was an officer so she had her own quarters.
When I came in through the roof I saw her sitting on her bunk writing a letter.
But more important than what I saw was what I felt: I could feel her emotions like a flood of pressure on my Heart. She was sad, lonely and deperately missed being home. I could see that she was crying and noticed a tear drop fall on the page she was writing.
I came down beside her and gave her a "hug". I put every bit of love and reassurance I could into it. I projected to her that we all loved her and were waiting for her to finish her job and come home. I tried to send her resolve and courage and as much hope as I could gather.
About a week later I got a letter from her. She was telling me about her new post. She apologized for not writing sooner, but she had been very busy cleaning up after an "incident" at the FOB (Forward Operating Base). She said that she was feeling much better now. She said that she had been feeling a little down earlier, but that somehow, just writing home seemed to really help.
As I was putting the letter away, I noticed a dimpled spot on the paper. A spot where a tear had fallen.