But Grossi almost didn't come back.
In the field, this time, Grossi was hit by a rocket and suffered a brain injury. As he was recovering in the hospital, he just kept thinking about Fred.
As soon as he got out, he went straight over to DHL to see Fred, but he didn't spot him and started to worry.
"I look around and I don't see Fred," Grossi said. "But then I see the workers playing soccer and Fred is in the middle, running around with guys from all over the world. It was just this universal moment."
Grossi found a veterinarian who was willing to give Fred a quick exam. He got the forms for Fred's trip ready. And Fred was almost on his way to America.
But there was still a key, missing piece. Fred had no crate to travel in and Grossi couldn't find one anywhere. "I'm like racking my brain trying to figure this out," Grossi remembered.
One day he was at the cafeteria at the base and a marine he didn't know waved to him. "I know about Fred," the marine said. "And I want to help."
The marine happened to be working in the unit that cared for military dogs, and he could easily give Grossi a spare crate. It was perfect.