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I just found out tonight that my brother Jon-Michael is being deployed again...in two weeks...for 10 months. He can't tell me where he's going or why, I just know he's going. I wish he'd get out of the army already. 2008 will be a long year while I wait for him to come home again. I worry so much. We try to talk as much as we can but its never enough and each time we hang up the phone I wonder if its the last time I'll hear him make fun of me. I'm tired of being scared for him all the time. I know he's tough and I know he's the best but it doesn't stop me for hating the fact that he's going...again. As if Afghanistan the first two times and Iraq wasn't hard enough...then he joined up with the special forces and is always in some weird location. It was bad enough when I realized that he knew Indonesian...why would he need to know that?! Its like he's James Bond or something! *laughs* I can't believe he's my little brother because half of the time, I'm standing in his shadow. I wish my dad were around to see it all, he'd be very proud of his soldier - just like I am.
Keep my family in your thoughts.
Keep my family in your thoughts.