A Marine, A Hero, My Brother
Laying my hotel bed at the Days Inn in Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, I wondered if I would ever see my big brother again. Words can not express the feelings of emotions that were going through my head that day he deployed for Iraq, the feeling that one hopes they will never have to even consider in ones lifetime. For me that feeling came when I was in the tenth grade and my big brother, Jeffrey, was off to do bigger and better things.
Just entering high school I was finally starting to become actually close to my brother. He is five years older than I am, so we were just starting to transition from the sibling-rivalry stage to the civilized relationship that a brother and sister develop when they realize that no matter what family will always be there until the very end. Our conversations had just started to expand from “nice face, loser” to “hey, you want to catch a bite to eat?” That was not the only impact that my brother had on who I was......
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