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My Brother, A Soldier

Today my brother left for his first deployment.

When he enlisted in the Army, I was less than supportive.  I love my little brother, and don't want him in harm's way.  I did what I could to discourage him, to keep him safe.  However since he doesn't tend to take my advice, he joined up anyway.

Me and my baby brother a million years ago!

Last night I talked to him a couple hours before he had to leave to Kuwait before going on to Iraq.  While talking to him, I realized that although I think his excitement to deploy is a bit misplaced, I am proud of him.

I don't know why most people join the Army, but I believe that my brother joined because he truly wants to do his duty to protect the people he loves (and other people of course).  His choice to deploy (it was a choice because he has moderate asthma and could have chosen to be medically discharged or "non-deployable") is a reflection of his dedication to the commitment he made.

For our country to be what it is, people have to protect it, and I am proud that my little brother is brave enough to be one of those people.

Please keep him in your prayers!

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