After spending 8 months in the middle east finely my soldier came home. January 27. I thought he was home for good but had six more months to go. It was my birthday And I thought he wouldn't show up because Hes been get drunk for the past week. But he got me a present that I will keep of ever. He gave me a jacket that a lady made for him in Iraq. I was in tears. The day it was time for him to go. He whisper in my ear " Never give up and never give in" He always said that because it really mean that " I'll be back soon"
To my brother Ron
Form your loving sister who is still waiting
