I listen intently to the war. Not to revel in the death and destruction of another culture, but to find out where my brother is.
You see, my brother is in the 82nd Airborne. Last contact with him he was leaving on a boat for Kuwait with all his gear and equipment. He told my mom that he would be far, far from the front, but after having been the executor of his estate when he went to Macedonia and Camp Daho, previously, I know what he tells my mom and why.
I feel for my brothers family, his wife, his son, his daughter and the torment they’re going through. I know that everytime they see pictures of an American soldier on TV they’re looking for him and everytime they hear of one killed or captured their heart stops.