My brother left the other day.
He couldn't tell me where he was going, but we all knew deep down that he was going straight into pure hell.
My brother joined USMC to protect you and me.
He has been gone for quite a long time, but I hear he may get to come home soon.
I really hope he does, because he mean so much to me and to all around here.
While we are cuddling up with the ones we love and having the time of our lives;
my brother is out there and who knows if he is warm or if he is hungry.
I wish I could tell him so many thing that I never have said before.
He is out there doing his job and I never had the nerve to tell him I loved him till now.
He calls me every so often.
He sometimes even writes.
I hope he knows that even though he is the one in Iraq I am fighting for him here.
My brother left the other day and we don't know when he is coming back.
