I have a brother. His name is Brandon and he joined the US Army this year. He left at the end of April. After about two weeks of him leaving, he sent me this picture of him in his uniform. He told us that he loves it.
Needless to say, I really miss him. I can’t believe it’s already been over a month since he left. He writes letters to us all the time. I must have read his first letter ten times. Since then we’ve received about four or five more and every time I read them, I can hear his voice — he writes just as he would talk and I get a kick out of it.
He talks about how homesick he is; this just makes me miss him a whole lot more. As the month has gone by, he seems like he is getting more used to being away and even though it kinda stinks, I am glad he is getting more comfortable where he is now. He talks about the guys in his platoon and his drill instructors…about how they are really funny and awesome. He even named his rifle Daisy Buchannan…after the character on The Great Gatsby.
Anyway, he’ll be graduating from Basic training in August. I can’t wait to see him. I am really close to my siblings and with how much time we’ve spent together, you’d think that we’d get sick of each other. That’s not the case though, I miss him more than ever.
You know that song about not knowing what you have until it’s gone? I think this overwhelming feeling I have is just that.
I can’t wait to see him again.