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It's about 9 PM or so, when I figure out that my grandma had called me sometime in the day, probably when I was napping, and she asked me to tell my mom to call her in the voicemail, so I tell my mom. I was confused as they said "He" all the time, and how something was giving out on him, and something about his legs, and perhaps the fact that he needed crutches.
So my mom hangs up and I look at her, confused, and ask what it was about. It was my brother. He's been in the Air Force for a week now, and he can never return, and not because he's dead. It is because he is hurt and not physically fit. He was walking down the stairs to church, and someone stepped on the back of his heel, he fell down the stairs, seriously spraining his ankle, his foot black and blue, bad enough to call an abulence. He will be home in a couple of weeks.
This is not what prevents him from re-entering the Air Force or any military branch, but it is because he is physically unfit. He cannot do pushups, as his elbow gives out from where he has previously broken it a couple of times in the past.
He went through the waiting, the hair cut, the yelling, everything, for nothing. Except to be injured and sent home to us, perhaps on crutches, which I doubt by the time we see him.
When I was told, my face just changed, and I just sat there and thought so hard, and informed those who were on. I went to the Air Port with my mom, to pick up Deuce, and went to bed when we got home.
Only, for an hour, I could not sleep. I kept thinking of how much I feared this, yet perferred it over his death. How, when he came home, I'm going to tell him I'm still so proud of him for making through even a week of all of it, and how I missed him.
How ironic, it happened on 9/11, no?
My dreams were no better than that night, as it was nightmares of something bad happening to him after not being able to rejoin. Examples include cutting himself, hurting me, running away, attempting suicide, etc. I am completely amazed I remained asleep, and woke up with no tears.
If I do not reply online at times, I am either doing homework, or lost in thought on his condition.
If you want, please feel free to leave any comments on this, I do not mind it, as for now, I need the support, and my brother needs it ten times as much. ANd if you are still willing to write him, please just send it to my current address, and not his Air Force one, and Ill make sure he gets the letter.
Thank you very much, Misty.
So my mom hangs up and I look at her, confused, and ask what it was about. It was my brother. He's been in the Air Force for a week now, and he can never return, and not because he's dead. It is because he is hurt and not physically fit. He was walking down the stairs to church, and someone stepped on the back of his heel, he fell down the stairs, seriously spraining his ankle, his foot black and blue, bad enough to call an abulence. He will be home in a couple of weeks.
This is not what prevents him from re-entering the Air Force or any military branch, but it is because he is physically unfit. He cannot do pushups, as his elbow gives out from where he has previously broken it a couple of times in the past.
He went through the waiting, the hair cut, the yelling, everything, for nothing. Except to be injured and sent home to us, perhaps on crutches, which I doubt by the time we see him.
When I was told, my face just changed, and I just sat there and thought so hard, and informed those who were on. I went to the Air Port with my mom, to pick up Deuce, and went to bed when we got home.
Only, for an hour, I could not sleep. I kept thinking of how much I feared this, yet perferred it over his death. How, when he came home, I'm going to tell him I'm still so proud of him for making through even a week of all of it, and how I missed him.
How ironic, it happened on 9/11, no?
My dreams were no better than that night, as it was nightmares of something bad happening to him after not being able to rejoin. Examples include cutting himself, hurting me, running away, attempting suicide, etc. I am completely amazed I remained asleep, and woke up with no tears.
If I do not reply online at times, I am either doing homework, or lost in thought on his condition.
If you want, please feel free to leave any comments on this, I do not mind it, as for now, I need the support, and my brother needs it ten times as much. ANd if you are still willing to write him, please just send it to my current address, and not his Air Force one, and Ill make sure he gets the letter.
Thank you very much, Misty.