I miss my little brother. I don’t want him to go to Iraq.
Sure, I put on a strong face and talk tough about statistics and how low the likelihood is of him being hurt… but to be honest I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to him. I feel like we still need a few years… y’know… for our brother-to-brother relationship to really firm up. I guess I wish he wasn’t going, that he was staying here. It makes me sad that he’s going. I wish he didn’t have to experience the war and being apart from his wife and family. I don’t want him to have to kill anyone, or hide from people who are trying kill him, or any of that.