Brothers can be your friend, your adviser, your babysitter, a father figure when yours isnt there. then you realize he's not there anymore but across the state, the coast, the country, the world. fighting for the rights we take for granted everyday. And you just smile and remember the guy who used to blame you for things he did, put peanut butter in your hair when you slept, the joker who got kicked out of a JCpenny for playing football in the shoe department. And you imagine: thats the guy whos stoping terrorists from bombing the building your sitting in right now. Then you see him with his wife and loving kids and you think: that hero of our country is a dad, a real one and a good one. Fortunatly my brother is all those things and more. Think about this the next time you see a man/woman in uniform: they're not just robots who fights your battles, they have a story, a famliy, they are real people with real problems just like you and me...the only diffrence is they fight to be able to have those things like a family, they sacrifice there lives to protect the american dream, to make sure that we don't have to wake up and say "Remember that time when we could say whatever we wanted?"
My Brother is going to bed tonight on a cot in the belly of a ship out in the middle of the ocean so that he may answer the call when America needs him. So the next time you see a man or woman in uniform don't you think the least you could say is thank you?
Thank you big bro.
